Heart
Although it has been said that once dead life can begin again, we forget what we
leave behind to make grief in life so wretched that we do not know what may
become of us once gone. The heart is a precious thing, it is broken, hurt, and can
be overflowing with passion so make haste to realize the heart may grow
stronger in the wretched world we live. That is why we suffer in this strife, to
grow strong enough to not fear what comes beyond this life.
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