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They say one always gets attached more than the other. Does that explain why i always wake up and swear i just heard you calling my name. They say one loves the other more. Is love really the reason for the chemical imbalance in my brain, and without it my body is detoxing like a addict off their drug for days?? I guess they were right. I am not new to this label though, i call these people, myself included, lovers without borders. Because they have no limit on who they can love, and nothing stands in their way. Not even if the person they love doesn't return the feelings, they don't mind. As long as the other is happy, in the meantime though, they slowly gather up the broken pieces that fell along the way, and put their heart back together, and just like that almost looking brand new, but their will always be left over residue, from the love that couldn't be true.
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yumiko-sakata
28 / F
For You?
Written by
yumiko-sakata
28 / F
Published
Mar 21, 2016
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