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i, into the world, knew nothing of dangers and hurdles i was to overcome. a young, i was, it seems so long ago. wandering the world, alone in my enigma i like, or rather, would like to call love. but i am alone. the famous saying goes, "it is better to have loved once and lost, than to have never loved at all. a lie, i call it. i'd rather neer to have known the feeling and keep going than to pretend that im fine. it kills me. to not have that wonderful feeling anymore, and to endlessly search for the same thing, always knowing i could perhaps never find it again. it could kill me. it will kill me.