It is the heart’s misfortune to love.
We only suffer for our own desires.
No one is to be blamed for the pain we feel.
It is our own inadequacy to count on people.
They know not how to heal but are experts at rending.
So what if there’s no hand to hold? There may be a need for none.
It’s about learning to aspire higher than human hands can carry.
In self shall thee find a universe enough to get along this rusty road of life.
Another bitter end is just another brick in the wall.
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