Picture yourself as a woman
whose heart continues to expand
regardless of heartache,
rejection, or disappointment.
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“Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know
how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings,
of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin
