Just when you thought the story is at an end, how lovely. A new era begun: I am slowly, beginning to delight again in living, my heart pouring out, and my dreams better.

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Just when you thought the story is at an end, how lovely. A new era begun: I am slowly, beginning to delight again in living, my heart pouring out, and my dreams better.
It's true, I was afflicted with work, I assure you it obscured the heart. I had become a mere ghost.
Have a rest of contentment, a pleasing warmth with a heart calm in peaceful sleep.
Have an incredible lust for life: a heart beating a new beginning. Open your eyes, the world is out there.
It is tragic how her generous spirit of the heart flowed to sadness.
I was lost in a storm. My heart wished I had wings and could ascend instead of sinking down an abyss.
He stared at her spilling heaven into her heart and soul, drowned in bliss, in perfection.
A heart full of forgiveness is a new level of greatness.
A misanthropist's heaven: my heart sheltered by my perseverance not to allow anyone to walk in.
Her heart was struggling to smile, if only I had not loved the wrong guy.