Mani
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it's so boring, and i miss you. i miss you like hell...time is going in slow motion when a flower blooms, yet it goes so fast when it withers away...where are you?? sometimes i think if i will ever see you.. why don't they understand?? why? i want to break free? let's just pause time for a second that would last years...
....your on the other side of this wide river, ther is no boat, the current is strong, i cant swim good, i know i might drown, but im so sure i'll make it to you..all i have to do is just close my eyes and jump in...all i have to do... all i ha..v..e........
sharara
Age: 124
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If Love is a Universal emotion, then the pain it often causes (some might say inevitably causes) is equally Universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of relief?
I'm sure the psychologists have an answer to that question. And I'm just as sure it's a different answer than a poet would give.
Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what its about - sharing.
