a heart is always the victim and the victor, it never knows the path of the mind, just the course of ones sadness and grief or its elation and gladness that fill its ventricles with joy and hope that we all strive for. when love flees with the wind on the trails of no return we are left with a condition of the heart that seems unbearable with ponderous notions of surrender. keep trying, a heart sometimes searches a lifetime for its true home, you will know when your there. hope springs eternally for the heart that beats with the fire hope and love. : )
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