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“The deeper the wound, the more private the pain.”

“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

December. This heart full of tears and of night.

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.