Handle With Care
Sorrow is mystical
It adds taste to joy
It is cherished by lovers
It haunts those who run away from it
It is the spice of life
Mystics treasure it
Poets need it
It is the true friend of people
It accompanies you when you are betrayed
It makes you uncomfortable to chase solutions
It destroys those who cannot handle it
It respects those who understand it
Sorrow is not a dead end in itself
Handle it with wisdom
It is a guide that lies in untrodden paths
It is a higher level of philosophy
Befriend it and it will not harass
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