My Body Was a Temple.
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Original Writing 2 My Body Was a Temple Saying goodbye to something that never arrived is always difficult, but I'm beginning to learn that it doesn't always have to be impossible. Why is new life so beautiful and death so putrid? I have never been a believer of superstition, so how can it be that all was ordained not to be from the word go, how can it be that all the time I was doing my best and watching my step, I didn't feel fate's hand on my shoulder, destiny's voice resonating in my ear drums, bad luck's shiver down my spine. Betrayal is always hard to except, but when it is ones own body, forgive and forget almost seems inevitable. The loss of a loved one is never easy to come to terms with, but when you said goodbye I had not even had a chance to say...


