Her heart fell into the lake, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. She beat her chest, the pain choking her, gasping for air. Heartache. Why does it have to hurt so much? Will there ever be hope? Ever be a bright light at the end of the dark tunnel? She was crying, her dark hair swaying …
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Epilogue
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Eclectic
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Quoetic
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.-Edgar Allan Poe





