It’s a delicious mood,
The need to inflict hurt,
to crush a dream,
to break a heart,
to shatter their illusion
their glass houses,
their fragile lives,
their little white lies,
Until finally they know,
They can finally understand,
Why this still hurts.
Pain washes away pain,
But that’s not happiness,
Discarded Recollections 
Amazing as always , Masa. The last two lines put it together so perfectly. Brilliant!❤️
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Thank you kindly. I’m fairly certain I stole that from somewhere, but I’ll accept the credit until I know where best to put it.
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