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Whether it is realized or not,
Love wears a path
Your heart, your brain, your memories
Are tied together as though with thousands of little strands
Each mixed, wrapped, tangled, woven about each other
When threads break en masse, grand maule seizure
Shaken, broken, and thrown about
The emotional wreckage is catastrophic
To strap a smile on and pretend it isn’t there
Does nothing to fix it
The real struggle is not just to survive
But to recover
To find the floor in the mess
And begin to put things right again
Love wears a path
Your heart, your brain, your memories
Are tied together as though with thousands of little strands
Each mixed, wrapped, tangled, woven about each other
When threads break en masse, grand maule seizure
Shaken, broken, and thrown about
The emotional wreckage is catastrophic
To strap a smile on and pretend it isn’t there
Does nothing to fix it
The real struggle is not just to survive
But to recover
To find the floor in the mess
And begin to put things right again