Sisyphus

I don’t think deeply. I feel deeply. I live deeply. I suffer to be able to love deeply, and I wouldn’t want to have it any other way. I dig my own graves to bury the parts of me I’ve sacrificed for my heart, in the moment. In its stead, my soul is resurrected.

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