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Broken girls seek broken boys,
In search of someone who understands.
To fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
But they don't understand,
Until they fall
Into a hideous misunderstanding,
That a thing of understanding
Is either a contract or friendship.
While I won't say true friendship isn't love,
Love in its every facet
is about growth and healing.
And broken boys and broken girls,
You can't heal with broken girls and broken boys.
To heal you have to wait,
For women and men who are healed
And not broken, who can love you whole.
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Cottage Chronicles
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