I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow....
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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.
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