The Saddest Death
To die ,
without ever falling in love,
is the saddest death
of them all.
It’s a thought
that haunts
me.
And it happens all the time,
doesn’t it?
Souls taken too soon–
maybe they’ll find love
somewhere
above
the moon.
-C.H.
To die ,
without ever falling in love,
is the saddest death
of them all.
It’s a thought
that haunts
me.
And it happens all the time,
doesn’t it?
Souls taken too soon–
maybe they’ll find love
somewhere
above
the moon.
-C.H.
“Hello Clint.” “Hey Doc. Do you think I can stretch while we talk today? Do you have a foam roller?” “No Clint, I don’t have a foam roller here. But you’re welcome to stretch. Are you tense?” “Tight.”
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