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Break, Break, Break

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I feel the weight

Of everything

And my heart can’t take it

Well, it can

I hope it can

It’s the manifestations of emotions

The effects

Of what has happened

Bad news

Does it get worse

Or does it feel worse?

Maybe I’m enduring

Or preparing

Where is Nietzsche’s strength?

Whatever doesn’t kill us

Leaves scars

Hard tissue

And doesn’t acclimate us

Better than

A more pedestrian process

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No, as it goes on

We might become inured

While underneath

Our hearts

Break and break again

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C L Couch

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“Break, Break, Break”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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