It was not good enough.
It came crashing.
And he showed me the truth and light.
In the worst possible way.
The deeper sorrow carves into your being,
the more joy you can contain..
- K. Gibran
~ A place to vanquish boredom, holding little substance ~ Afterall, "No one means all he says, yet very few say all they mean; for thoughts are viscous and words are slippery..."
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