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Click hereFor the ones who we love, who we break there hearts. Unknowingly not meaning to, who we lose do to that broken heart. We break our own hearts, even if we feel as though we must push every one away from our self’s, and let no one into the inner sanctum of our hearts. It still cracks and breaks our bitter stone into rubble when we lose a loved one. Because they would not be loved ones, less they had melded through the stone and into the warm core of our hearts, filling it with things we never felt before. Things we wish we could feel but are to scared to feel do to the unsteady balance that must be kept to keep those feelings good, and not for them to turn bitter and bad, and such is the feeling of love. We all as a hole of man kind feel love at one point or another of one kind of nature or another, and if we lose that love do to our self’s being too blind to see that love. We tip the scales and destroy our hearts and cause our self’s pain. We do what we fear most about the feelings we so long to know.
By: Sun Dragon
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