(But then, when all the layers are peeled away, when we are reduced to our most primary colors, when we have nothing but our fear, and longing, and love, and loss, there appears on the page art so true that we cannot defend ourselves against it, creations so void of polish that they fit in our chests like they were tailored. I know, I know, I know you are suffering now but there is a grain of sand in this desert worth finding, there is a truth in this darkness to show you the way, if you hold on just a little longer I think you can catch it, if you carry on I think you can do Something Good.
It isn't over
until you say it is.)
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