History repeats?
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Wenn man jemanden über alles liebt, dieser eine DER eine war, er einem aber das Herz gebrochen hat, wie lange dauert es eigentlich, bis all die gebrochenen Teile wieder zu einem ganzen zusammenwachsen? Oder wird es nie wieder ganz sein? Kann das Herz diesen Schmerz je vergessen? Kann man sich wieder auf jemanden einlassen?
Liebe bedeutet immer Risiko, aber wie viel Risiko kann ein gebrochenes Herz tragen? Im Zwiespalt zwischen den starken Gefühlen, dem Kribbeln im Bauch und der Angst, wieder verletzt zu werden.
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