The last time I tried to write my feelings, it ended in tragedy. I have tried to be content with paper and pen as my outlet. It has failed. I am here to be. Just be, as I am, and start anew.
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~ "Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." - St. Augustine ~
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