It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.

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It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.
You have heart and nerves, Why conceal them? Pride lies with a sweet smile on her face; Her life closed to the end in this abyss.
Something stirred her heart, fluttering hope swelled to greater echos winding them together weaving her happy influence among them.
I fear another betrayal should be the last. my journey was sadder than I could put down, my history, dree, and dreary! And not exactly a kind which I should have chosen but never mind! I'll extract my heart and I'll continue whole.