The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.
I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.
My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.
Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.
I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.
At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
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