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Hey, I wrote this also as a vent, because recently, my best friend of 3 years and this boy I introduced him too, left me. and Its quite difficult because its my fault, but I keep trying to blame them for my mistakes...Anyways, This is a poem type thing that is based off me personally and events in my life. I made this too inspire others to help others, and to let people know they aren't alone. Enjoy, I love you.Creative Commons (CC) Attribution

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Love. As 'beautiful' as love can be it hurts and bleeds. If you're unlucky you may even love the very person you know you can't have. The best friend, The distant boyfriend, The sisters friend, The brothers friend, The ex best friend, Love isn't always given back the way you gave it. Leaving you with half a heart as the person you gave your half too never gave you their half back. But what if someone else has another half to make yours whole again?