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Pain.
Confusion.
Heartache.
Where do these things come from?
Who knows?
But then, who really cares?
They go away with time.
Make room for other things.
Other thoughts,
Other feelings.
Other feelings like
Joy.
Love.
Happiness.
These things are good.
At least for some.
Yet, they never stay too long.
Eventually they give way.
Give way to feelings of sadness.



Dearest Malicious | A Child



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