The Language of my heart

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All I ever wanted was someone that I could love and that they would let me love them, someone to hug and hold and treat like my everything, I cry a lot, and I'm proud, yes i have more girl friends then boy friends I guess you could say I've been faded by it all. This whole thing they call love, I give it out but it feels like I don't receive half what I give as though I'm being taxed to love. No denying that love is hard, its hard hitting, its an adventure, but love is the best thing that's ever happened to me and there's no denying it. The feeling you get when you love someone makes your heart feel free. When all that matters is speaking to that person. But love can also hurt for 5 times of what it gives, that feeling of heart break that can only be described as your heart shattering inside your very chest. A feeling I only know to well, by me writing this I'm not looking for pity nor am I looking for you to love me because of it, I'm writing this because this is my heart talking and when my heart talks, that, that's the REAL me. My heart is me my heart is I feel what makes me human and not just any human, but an individual. Being individual is something that nobody can explain, although some people don't feel this feeling at all because they find it necessary to follow a crowd with a higher authority then them or this is what they believe. In my opinion everyone's true self is pure and everyone is beautiful.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 26, 2012 ⏰

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