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I wanna talk about love.  I guess I never really knew it.  It was a grand idea of sorts, a wonderful thing to think about.  I guess it didn’t fit right, it just wasn’t for me.  I want to know real love and share it.  I always thought I had it right and that my love was the real thing.  I guess, I guess I was wrong.  I was hoping and pushing for something that didn’t exist. So here I am, broken.  Praying and wishing for life after love, or what I thought was love.  I need direction; I need attention.  How do you mend a broken heart?  How do you move on and well, move on?  How do you pick up the pieces of a shattered life?  This is something new, something I have to figure out and do on my own.  I have no words of wisdom, I have lost my “love”.  The pieces are scattered and hard to find now.  I’m trying but I don’t know that I will find them all.  I want to regain myself and figure out this new life.  I want to take the time to figure it all out.  I want to be me again.  I know that I can be but it will take some time.  I can mend this heart of mine and make it better than before.  I can be all that I want to and find love again.  These words are all that I need for now.  I can make it through the day. One day at a time until love is mine again.


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