come inside for there is still pain left
and sadness brewing by the fire
hot piercing heartache and cooling resentment
all waiting
let go of the sunshine outside
darkness is what you know and fear
ah close your eyes at the cutting threshold
smell that hurt and feel that sorrow
you are here
So enter, friend, and share with me
my crown of thorns and [...]

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