There is a pain within,
Don’t know if I should sink in it,
Or swim across it.
This thought, this feeling, so unusual.
This thought that muddles my peace.
This pain, from a source of pleasance.
This pain, that I hate; yet love its cause and reason.
Qui n’avance pas, recule
T h i n k. 
When two people share the same pain, it’s the time that they shared, awaits as a silent observer of their sadness!
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