Something too pure for this world,
Something that means more than meets the eye.
Because if you are in pain,
It means that you care,
It means that it was important,
It meant something.
And that something will always be perfect
In its own imperfection,
In its own volition.
Something eternal
That leaves you with nothing
But pain...
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