Edward FaheySometimes I wish I could feel more painso I could touch that much more beauty.
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Sometimes I wish I could feel more pain and touch that much more beauty, sometimes I wish that I could feel more pain and touch that much more beauty. This saying is about the feeling of happiness, it's a feeling that everyone feels, but we can never feel enough.
Source: The Mourning After
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