This work required an update, one must always be ready to learn that you know not why that which you do can be the worst of flaws.
To understand the worth of love, you must know what love truly is. Not in the esoteric Poetical ramblings found everywhere man has ever been and taken time to sit a write, But what it means to yourself. For without this knowledge, life is folly, and you are much more likely to make wounds of others then take one for them.
There was a point in time where I could have so very easily described myself a walking wound. Not one great gaping display of Fractured Psyche, perforated organs and rendered flesh, but instead an amalgamated mass of well deserved, foolishly created, blindsided produced, and Machiavellian worthy self inflicted.
That time has passed.
I could, by means of forced remembrance and careful comparing of scars, to gather…
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