Sunday, March 10, 2013

Try as hard as I might . . .

. . . I feel as if my heart has been cut out. It still beats though, so while my body feels the hollowness of what is missing, the heart continues in time to the pulse of all things living. I hurt. I know that I should not dwell on it, but right now the pain is consuming my being (or partial being).

Who knew that pain could cut this deep?

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