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Aug 2020
Tis a fickle and brittle thing,
Love.
To some it comes as easy as living,
Others find it impossible to even see.
For me...it's useless now.
I can no longer feel it.
I've searched for months.
But I never can find it again.
Maybe...just maybe...
I never found true love in the first place.
Written by
Alex L-C
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