Dear love

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Dear love,

  I once scorned you. Said that young love held no purpose, and all was false in eyes of the naive. I know now my scorn was a product of fear; for I had felt you at the tinder age of 15 and did not want you, or anything to do with you. I stand here now to say that I accept you. I will not shun you, nor will I chase you, but let you find me. And I will cherish you with all of my being no matter how short lived you are, because now I know you will always come back...

Yours Truly,
Jazmine

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