A tortured heart beats for more than itself
It beats to the cries of the world
Until suffering itself becomes
The key the whole universe
Is played in. Until the ideal
Harmony is forgotten and the melody
Instead plays off of what was once
Dissonant. In this way, the suffering
Save themselves.

Writing

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