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Handles
Love and sorrow are different. Love is the flutter of the butterflies. Sorrow is the sting of a bee. But together, they are life. Sorrow is the handle to love, Love is the handle to sorrow. They open one another Only to reveal the secrets Behind the hidden doors of truth. Doors of pain. When you hold her hand, Are you saddened by the mistakes you’ve made? When you Look in his eyes, Do you feel loved after being forgiven from your mistakes? Love opens a door of pain and fears of losing your heart, And with sorrow, you’re opening a new one. The door of forgiveness. These things lie behind doors. And handles are needed to open them. It’s not easy to keep it locked. Especially if someone has the key to your emotions. They have the ability to toy with them. They may make your life beautiful. They may have destroyed your joy. As a door locks, so is a piece of your heart. Hide the key to those handles. The handles to love and sorrow.
