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There is a certain beauty in pain

Loss touches us deeper than gain

Sorrow always hits harder than bliss

Heart ache feels more real than a kiss

Tears are always more honest than a smile

Darkness has it’s twisted style

It attracts the things it wants to destroy

Seduced by Sadness

like moths to flame

To burn

To perish

We fly

-N

Photographer Unknown
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