i wish i could wax lyrical about how it is truly like for me at this stage of my life, and you could call it catharsis, or even the framing of memory, like how it was in my previous blog. but this medium is becoming increasingly public, and there are some things in one's heart which is irredeemably private that it transgresses one's senses to air dirty (and even if it is not) linen in public.

and also because Pain, like Loneliness and Sadness, is one of life's most private languages.

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and in the falling away of all things, only One will ever stay.