Genre: dark/depression
Pain is my anchor to life
I believe there is no truth in joy
That sorrow is our reality
The most alive I have ever felt is when my heart aches and my insides try to pull at my soul
Trying hard to sever ties with life..
Sorrow is not an absence of joy,
It is intoxicating and rich, like old wine..
It is the womb of creativity
I feel high in this low
Nothing but my body , my pain is real
All the times I had ever laughed, had “fun”, they were illusions
Like magic tricks, fascinating but false and hollow…
Pain is what helps us see through the fog of fake friendships, empty promisses, forgotten lovers, fallen heroes..
Pain is , the essence of life
Rich and intoxicating , like old wine.
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