Misery loiters the mind longer than any other evocation— like cigars inkblots the threads in a pinstripe suit within a backroom—even after it reflects the haunting curse of beaten dead horses. Thankfully it's no more immortal than the joy laid to rest before it.
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"Thankfully/it's no more/immortal/than the joy/laid to rest/before it." —This is good representation of the cycle of emotions—just as you won't always be happy, you won't always be miserable. One gives way to the other, and neither can exist without the other. Well said, Daniel!