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How to Breathe Underwater /or/ Am I Fully Alive Yet?

A heavy heart is not always a bad thing; it’s a teacher that asks only questions without answers. The body knows its needs; the mind knows its wants; the soul knows its path; but the heart couldn’t give a damn. The heart needs and wants and knows a million different feelings all at once and refuses to give up on any of them.

This is a strange blessing; one that hurts but one I would not be living alive without. It is when we beat our hearts senseless, quite literally sense-less, that we reek havoc on the world and refuse to love with action.

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