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What is it that our heart desires so much that it hurts?

forlorn cries of evening birds | wishes that sleep through our dreams | moments from lost love | awaited whispers that call out our names | wasted time from our youth | a thousand unsaid sorries and goodbyes | time, and more time | living in the midst of yesterday | money, fame, happiness, and the never-ending list of things created by society |

I wish all of you the best of everything, for everyone is fighting a different battle.