What is Love? (Coming Soon)

What is Love? (Coming Soon)

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I look at the red worn book in my hand, well not a book but a diary to be exact. I hold this red diary thinking if I'm ready. If I can open and read this book without falling to pieces? You might think it's funny how I'm frightened to open my own diary in which I've written my secrets and memories, but to me this is more than just opening up old memories, I'm opening up wounds that I've worked so hard to bury. The emotional scars I've hide for so long are about to be ripped open from their stitches, again.
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