God must really love me. :) For starters, just look at all the beautiful green leaves on the trees. They didn't have to be that way. :)
My chest is heavy with the necessity of appreciating beauty, and of understanding pain. Where will I find the bridge between those beautiful souls who wishfully believe that they are free to do as they please, and those wise souls that know that the very pain those others so wish to shun is doubled in their unwillingness to accept the sacrifice that is the price of beauty.
How is it that it works, after all? Where does sacrifice end and beauty begin? When does purity become purgatory, and when does pleasure become painful?
We are forever wrapped up
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