My heart is broken, into a million tiny pieces. Some things you just can’t repair and I am hurt deep down to my core. The one thing I held closest to my heart in this world, and in the blink of eye, it was all over. Gone.
The ones you love the most have the most power to break you. Every time I close my eyes they fill with tears and my heart breaks again.
"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, ‘O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?’ Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
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