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Have you ever felt so overwhelmingly full that you empty everything within
Just so you can feel something. Different?
She was the most cheerful person you had ever seen
With broken wings.
Inevitable is life, inevitable is poetry and with accepting that comes something beautiful and profound.
have you ever woken up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn’t taste the same?
twenty seven years later.
And Poetry is no exception
“when so many are lonely… it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.”
a state of great sorrow or distress.