here is beauty in being hurt.
that great luxurious feeling of a real devastating loss
the painful pleasure to contemplate it.
some acquired taste is required to enjoy
that ivy nectar that all dread or avoid. a
bit of whiskey or sedatives dilute the power of that sharp clear ache.....
keep it sober and cry a little bit or wallow a little bit in self pity.......
But never ever be a self hater!
by the way...damn the one that hurt you
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I would like to translate this poem