I suppose I wrote this when I finally ventured into another chance at
romance. The only trouble is that I don't think it's entirely true that
we can heal our hearts and move on. We always carry the scars and
perhaps that is how it should be.
You complain that love is fickle.
I am thankful for this mercy.
I do not think I could have carried
a broken heart with me all my lifetime.
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(wrote this in 93? or 94)
Edited 11 April 2014
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