When it pains, it pours
- Tevyn Gill
- Oct 16, 2017
- 1 min read
I never really wrote much when I was happy. I was always out then, living life and basking in all its buzzing glory.
When the sadness hit though, words poured out; thick and golden like honey. Pain was always infinitely easier to describe than the elusive magic of fleeting fortune.
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