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I have never been good at describing love. Love makes me anxious, it makes me wonder, it makes me sad. In moments it makes me happy and overwhelmed with my emotions. In others it makes me feel grief like I’ve lost someone dear to me and had no memories of why they meant so much.
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The universe plays a cruel, cruel game. It brings you back to paths you thought you had walked away from Turns you in a circle when you were so carefully marking your way forward Have I passed this tree before? I don’t think so And yet suddenly there you stand before me The same and
Poetry With Me 