You
love someone, you open
yourself up to
suffering, that's the
sad truth. Maybe they'll
break your
heart, maybe you'll
break their
heart and never
be able to look at
yourself in the
same way. Those are the risks. The tought of
losing so much
control of our personal
happiness in
untenable. That's the
burden.
Like
wings, they have
weigth, we feel that
weight on our backs, but they are a
burden that
lifts us. Burdens which
allow us to
fly...
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