Es muss sein und es konnte
Anders sein. Beide.
To live at all is to be
Broken, be assured.
But there's an infinity
Of ways in which you might break,
And if that's unbearable
To know, forget it.
If it's destiny you want,
This is it, adamantine:
You will break somehow.
Do you really need to know
Where your pieces fell, ashes
Were scattered, sentiments pawned?
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