“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”
Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”
Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha
My life in a Book 
but then where is the soul?
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