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I am my heart’s undertaker.
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There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.
I am my heart’s undertaker.
I climbed to the crest, And, fog-festooned, The sun lay west Like a crimson wound: Like that wound of mine Of which none knew, For I'd given no sign That it pierced me through..
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad..