EUPHORIAS

Pain is the only thing in the end which remains with us shades our histories and colors our memories from our luminous elations, prismatic euphorias, to our sepia toned sobs and motley colored chromatic sighs Our every breathe and blinking confusion from birth to death is littered in the variegated tinctures of assorted maladies endured all common to our frame and our faith as we chart the growth-lines of who we are upon the doorframes of our souls from the inkwell of suffering

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