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Floor-Essence

Published: Dec 24, 2011

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the capacity to feel happiness grows parallel with the capacity to feel pain.

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type of contrast: notion of dark vs. light. to understand light, you must understand dark. vice versa.

it's 3 am and this is from something i just wrote. i shall post it soon. like at 4 am. or tomorrow.

also, i shall respond to all of your lovely comments soon. i mean that about the comments being lovely. i am no pro in this sense, but i love to lather myself in human kindness. thank you for providing me this privilege.