My Heart
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What is the true measure of enduring emotions?
Do we attribute it to the test of time?
In a sweeping tide of tumultuous sea, I feel nothing but the cold harsh slap of wind on my skin.
In the calmness of a deep forest, I struggle to keep a steady foot.
In the midst of a serene, unwavering peaceful rustle of leaves, I hear nothing but the drone of a weathered heart.
In the silence of my own reverie, I hesitate between joy, pain of remembering and a tight grasp on reality.
A whole well of the unknowns.
Profound. Unexpected. Yet a constant.
Would it truly be over?
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There's a Light That Never Goes Out 