I come to realize that tears are for good. They are precious. They are clean and often innocent. They aren’t worldly. They are something which puts you off the crowd. Someone who has tears is someone really rich.
I come to realize that pain makes you see others in a different light. Pain is a way of self retrieval for me. Pain feels eternal. I might be termed as a masochist but it certainly feels like a trance when it gets full to the brim. There is a solace in it.
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