In remembering pain, I remember weaknesses and strengths. In sadness, I find beauty and comfort. In solitude, I find my most intricate thoughts and inner peace. In darkness, I find a friend and a foe. And in loneliness, I find myself.
Of rainy days, cloudy skies, fiction, Korean music, pretty boys, agoraphobia, thoughts on paper, and the scent of rain on dry earth.
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