"You can only lose what you cling to." Buddha
There was an undercurrent of emotion, tugging, weighing down my heart. I gave voice to it. The resulting epiphany released the intellectual conflict and allowed the feelings to rise. Ah, it bore the name grief. Familiar, necessary, stinging sorrow, dusted in relief. The melancholy occupies a space once filled by something lovely. The thought I cling to is what if this place is vacated, never to be lived in again?
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