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We travel through this life
inflicting pain upon each other.
We open old wounds,
and callously pick at each others scabs.
We burn each other.
Like solar flares
some of us burn bright and violent.
But beneath all the suffering, and cruelty
there lurks a fleeting shadow
of hope.
We swallow our own pain,
open new wounds,
and carelessly pick at our scabs.
We burn ourselves.
Like wolves to the moon
we howl out our desires.
But beneath all the masochism, and self flagellation
there stands a definitive avatar
of our love.
Pain is an inevitability
this we know...
but if we can find hope,
and we can love each other,
joy is just as inevitable.