Living is hard when the reasons to choose death are compelling. Your account will certainly resonate with many readers. Why do we go on? Is it fear of death, or our fragile, yet seemingly endless hope that our meaning to live will present itself. While we struggle on, we do what we can for others, healing them and supporting them to be all they can be. Why do we do this? We are, on the whole, selfless and know that happiness is often achieved by helping others.

I like this piece, I like the repeated line as this increases its meaning each time it's read.
Keep chasing those reasons.

I loved this poem.
lately Ive been pushing myself to live and not let life pass me by.
I go on due to the hope that things will get better eventually. I go on because I look back and I dont regret loving as hard as I did (even though it didnt work out).

My favorite line from your poem was the following "The most beautiful relationships pass
over distance, distraction, reaction, and time"

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congratulations - I really do like this. :)