Somethings you were born with will fade away. My "heart" is one part of me that remains immortal. Through all of the pain all of the confusion, enduring all of the shock and trauma the curve of my emotions form my heart that continues to hold loves hand. I live in a world were love is usually the mask of lust and being the seeker of admiration many women and men fall into these love traps;me to be one of these fools. I am so weak when it comes to being in love yet I love so strong. How can this be? Love has become oxygen a need that makes my life worth it and I cant help but to wear my heart on my sleeve as cold as the world is its bound to freeze and break into a million pieces yet in the beginning I cant feel the chill I'm too consumed by the flames of lust hat I never see the hurt hiding behind the words "I LOVE YOU TOO" Yet to love is to risk to risk is to live and I must survive I just wish my hunger for love could be subdued .I know that once I have real love i may rest my heart with no fear no doubts no concerns but until then I carry around the pieces of my heart in a tin can pan handling for emotions that the donors have yet to understand themselves ."
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