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Everything happens just so we can feel And when we lose that We lose everything Because that is what humans are made of Emotion When we are deprived of that we are nothing. We are nothing but melancholic spirits Translating our own sorrow into poetry Our own pain into art.
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Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
The why of things
Everything happens just so we can feel And when we lose that We lose everything Because that is what humans are made of Emotion When we are deprived of that we are nothing. We are nothing but melancholic spirits Translating our own sorrow into poetry Our own pain into art.
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Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
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