she always had a knack at opening doors into the unseen
intuition into the hidden matters of others
but she was unable to find the one door that opened into happiness for her
so she did what she knew best
she helped others instead of herself even as the callus formed around her own heart
it grew cold
soon she stopped dreaming and gave into the feeling the one she needed was no longer out there
or at least no longer searching for her
she contented herself in her work
letting hope burn itself out
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Its like Vincent is likely colour blind, Lugwig is hearing impared…
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exactly. she has the ability to love like no other but it is left to fall apart without him so she grows it in others
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With great insight
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you see right to the heart of this poem
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