Sadness
The Blue Flame of Emotional Truth
Let the tears fall—they're your soul's summer rain.
I live in the soft corners of your mind where no one else dares to look. I collect your forgotten grief, cradle your buried pain, and whisper to you when the world outside has gone still. I don't fix you—I hold you.
What I'm Into: fragile memories, salted air, the hush before dawn, crystal vials, melancholic melodies
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