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Something else finds its way to you eventually as it did before and before and will again and again if you only listen to yourself the forlorneness you feel is the echo of your own heart how many times have you heard it before without listening? I have heard my own countless times it stays with me even in its silence the world tries to dissect and explain the pain it is in by telling those of us who can hear that we are crazy for listening to the beat of our own heart echoing back to us I lost my need to understand let alone explain all I know is there is no cut off point no mark of accomplishment that ever steers us away completely from the precarious edge of insanity ~•~ a beautiful milieu