Is there a greater wound to be had than what I have known?
It is a wound of having had but having lost.
I do not know how I am supposed to make it and go on alone.
But we all continue on no matter the cost.
'Tis better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all
Or so they have always said to me.
Yet I cannot help but think that they are wrong for a recall
Of undying love, dead, is the worst to see.
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