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03-11-2010, 11:50 PM
My heart is crying out in agony. Its blood is burining my veins. Every fibre of my existance is sad.
How do you tell a wave that the shore is the end of it's life. Or tell the ray of light that it made a wonderfull picture in my mind but that picture was the cause of its death.
How do you tell a rose that it was picked to make a happy wedding.
You just tell them this is the nature of life.
If you love you will be tortured
For every thing you love will feel pain and die.
And every tree will dry, rot and fall. And every soul will leave the body it is in.
If you love the body you will always feel pain.
If you love the soul, you will never feel pain.
I feel pain.
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How do you tell a wave that the shore is the end of it's life. Or tell the ray of light that it made a wonderfull picture in my mind but that picture was the cause of its death.
How do you tell a rose that it was picked to make a happy wedding.
You just tell them this is the nature of life.
If you love you will be tortured
For every thing you love will feel pain and die.
And every tree will dry, rot and fall. And every soul will leave the body it is in.
If you love the body you will always feel pain.
If you love the soul, you will never feel pain.
I feel pain.
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