Zeina KassemI wish I had lost an arm or a leg. It would have been much easier than losing a part of my heart, which lives on, but now beats to a different rhythm.
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When a person loses something they love the pain lingers on. They wish that they had lost an arm or a leg instead of losing a part of their heart. Or, as the quote says, “[the loss of a limb] would have been much easier than losing a part of my heart, which lives on, but now beats to a different rhythm.”
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