I have seen what love can do because it was love who picked me up and put my broken pieces back together. It was love who let me cry on her shoulder and hold her hand when I was weak. Love stood by me and propped me up when I had mistaken the impostors of lust, longing, deceit and betrayal for her. Love was in the eyes of my friends who watched me cry and felt my pain in the pit of their stomachs. It was in the hands of their babies who grabbed my finger and reminded me that love is innocent, pure, and simple. Love is not my enemy, she is the means by which I survived, and I will always
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