know what, my dear,
there are more poems in pain
pleasure
does not give you much
happiness
is nothing but complacency
in waiting
be glad,
are you still in pain?
be joyful amidst this struggle to be set free
from the
pain of
loneliness,
oh, i can attest to its
truth,
its unrecognized usefulness
for our
very own
spiritual growth,
this cleansing,
this purification
where happiness in the face of an accounting
becomes so bare
that it amounts to nothing.
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