The poetry of my heart
Follows the song of my soul.
Although this heartache drowns me and
Its sorrow depletes my very being,
I hold my love for you close, 50 more words
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“I must think of it constantly in order to take care not to think of it. In this connection it must be understood not only that I must of necessity perpetually carry within me what I wish to flee but also that I must aim at the object of my flight in order to flee it… Thus anguish, properly speaking, can be neither hidden nor avoided.”