Where does sadness dwell?
Does it dwell within a person?
Or does it dwell within itself?
Perhaps it dwells in the heart?
Or in the body?
Or in the eyes?
Is it factual, or just a figment of the imagination?
Why are some consumed by it?
While others know it not?
Does it need a reason to be?
Or does it erupt of its own accord?
Independent of cause?
Let it be
It will be as it is
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