How will I heal myself if I keep coming back to what's breaking me?
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And I guess before you found true happiness and genuine love, you have to break yourself first over and over until nothing left in you until you learn until you know how to forgive.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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