To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
To me, Love is always ever-enduring. The loss of that love, is definitely a punch gut-wrenching experience. Though, when it ends, it's something, though scarred, you can heal from. Truly, the real loss, and enduring pain, when everyone is still in love, and truly loves one another, but for whatever circumstance(s) that occur, everyone walks away.
I have been told that I am not an easy woman to love. I feel that is a hurtful cop out.
And so time to transition to a few upbeat songs:
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