In the strange coexistence of longing and joy—
deep within my heart's chambers,
you dwell.
This journey is one of terrible ache,
sometimes unbearable bliss.
To be well...in love,
and, in love...to be well,
are not the same thing!
Does a person live only...on hope?
Or does hope itself live—on sorrow?
The House of Sorrow
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