No birth, identity, form - no object of the world,
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
The body, sluggish, aged, cold - the embers left from earlier fires,
......shall dully flame again.
- Walt Whitman
Love this poem (L)
so much meaning behind those few lines.
we can never forget anything, part of it will always last in our memories.
even though it may not be accessible, it has still been etched into our minds.
it may take a while to get it back, but you CAN get it back.
it is now i understand why they say you never stop loving someone, no matter what happens. you just learn to live without that love returned. you can never forget the love you gave them or the love they gave you.
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