Love has become an acronym for betrayal and manipulation, yet, if I could write a love story, it would be one filled with apology. You can see my tears if you can see through every word because the world starts within.

Everything is but a thought; unfortunately, mine has become a cross, and with every memory comes crucifixion. My unconsciousness has led to tales hard to tell yet difficult to forget. With life, there are no regrets, just lessons and the blessings that follow because even pain is a gift.

Have you been so hurt you get lost in thoughts, have you been so lonely you forget how it feels to be touched? Every scar has become a tattoo, as beautiful as the moments that have caused the scars; yet, I can not hate the journey that led to this destination, and I hope my pain helps lead you to your destination.
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