In the beginning
There was love
Unfettered
Unfiltered
Unspoiled
It was the exploration
Of an entirely new world for me
Sweet like candy
His absence
Left holes like cavities
In the end
The truth was told
Cruel
And cold
Perhaps love and hate
are cousins
Family
Or perhaps
All men are pigs
Either way
This love train
Ran me over
Crushed my heart
And parked its caboose
In my soul
Lucky for me
I've come to recognize
Endings
As beginnings
Pain
As growth
And children
As another chance to live
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