maybe I will become a recluse artist and only let friends in my heart who hold the key to it.
people too freely violate hearts and thoughtlessly pursue their self interests. It's like bloodletting one's soul to constantly pour out love and effort to help them change -- grief washes over one like a daily bath. You breathe it, feel it, you are imbued with it waking and sleeping.
It would be amazing to experience one single spring day without grief.















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