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Jun 2017
A knocking sound...
It was the mind knocking at the heart's door.
"End this folly, little heart. Why linger when it only causes pain?", whispered the mind.
Albeit the truth it heard, the heart so adamant, ignored the mind.
"Grief and torment devoured you little heart. You deserve none of these. Cast it off.", the mind insisted.
With a weary smile, the heart answered, "I hold with me something you will never fathom my times it's a times it's a curse. I was made to endure all these. I may be lost and broken now, but I know everything will time."
Written by
Mache  F/Philippines
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