You aren't here. You're a dream evaporated. A hurt winding in the ruins of me.

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You aren't here. You're a dream evaporated. A hurt winding in the ruins of me.
Everything hurt - her heart, her head, her soul.
Anguished cries transfigured her happy countenance. Love hurt exceedingly so, you needn't imagine.
Enough wasted time on hurt, why cry if you can sing?