all changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another.
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another.
this is the melancholy
struggle and sigh
rushed and whispered prayers
"let this cup pass"
breathe and begin again
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