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It is the sadness that emerges

In the darkest hour;

Life

Versus the sharpness

Of sorrow

The if only(s)

Homemade  blades

Piercing the epidermis

Of memory

Poignant

Thrives under

The façade of

Modernity

Happiness

Habit

Custom

The way life should be

The way it isn’t

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