And sometimes all I want is to Love, but how can I ? the scabs over my heart don't let me, the scars of past haunt me, and the shattered pieces of self are too sacred of the world that even when I try gasp for love my lungs collapse under the collosal damage that followed last time I breathed. The tears which inexplicably rolled down my cheeks bind me down, form any further strolls into the Adobe of cupid. The pain I can endure but the horrors are simply too much for me to bear, and this soul Riddeled with the markings of those who claimed to be the permanent I was never looking for, the calims of those who said they were meant to saty and the saying of those who felt like home, cant bear to...