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I fell like a broken toy cast aside by the child who once cherished it, left broken and confused in a pile of pain and loss. wishing for familiar times that never come, this is the opposite of love. With love you feel joy and pride, a desire to please others and feel that pleasure back. now its gone, my reason is broken and I can now see it will never be repaired. I waited hoping someone would pick up the pieces and make a new toy, but it seems in vain. hope, want, and compassion only make the pile bigger. I feel so hurt being left where I am. I just want to go home!