'MELANCHOLIA'

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How many sunrises would you trade

For everything to be alright?

The wind is tearing at your skin

So plant your feet and hold on tight.

To all the things that made you laugh,

When heartbeats didn't hurt,

And all the times you pulled yourself up 

from the dark and dirt.

There's no such thing as endless pain,

No sacrifices to be made.

The wind will cease and you will rest

And you will find your way again.

-Ellis Nightingale