But you have to lay it to rest now. There is no point trying to revive a flame that has long extinguished.
You sit at the gravestone of a fire that died out, and yet there is a city of flames burning in the distance.
There is no need to punish yourself; you keep this up and you'll be missing out.
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Поэзияthis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
