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There can be but one
Sensitive to my warmth
Hidden as it is
Only a singlular chance
My open eyes were not enough
That telling moment almost missed
If not for fate
I would dwell alone with a hollow companion
Truly, some goddess has embraced my soul
To be a tear in her eye
This gift of love
No other could mend the fractured face of bliss
There can be only one, and she is my heart
She is myself, she is all
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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