Insight into sadness is tactile, keen, hurtful, yet helps us get through our grief in time.
Always taking whatever comes into our lives and assimilating it as best we can.
Never perfect, we wallow in tears at times, not wanting to go on living.
Listening to our heartbeat's rhythm, pumping away at life, as tears flow constantly with every reminder and memory brought to mind.
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