Hatred makes sense because there's love, sadness makes sense because there's happiness, failure makes sense because there's success. I find happiness in my despair and despair in my happiness. The fountain of eternity just showered happiness on me. Not in a human form, neither in tangible one. It's gift is a joy akin to the one that comes from the fragrance of a woman's body once it has been conquered. It's inside me, much like an unborn child. It will grow and lead a life that never ends. It is the immortal within the mortal. You call it hope, I call it desire.
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