One of the toughest things is to love life when everything close to your heart crumbled down like burnt paper and it makes you choke, heavy eyes, and heavy heart, almost like you can’t breathe. When the weight of grief becomes more than the weight of your body. When you are left just by yourself. And then from the inside somewhere you gather those broken pieces of you, and tell life you will love it again, nurture it because that’s the only thing you have. Nothing in this world is more precious than this four letter word called life.
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