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What to do?
Where to go?
Who to tell?
Should I confide in a close friend?
Confide in myself?
For mistakes I have made are constantly going through my head.
Present converstations of our past love.
How easily a heart is broken, how it is not easily mended.
How quickly we take something for granted without noticing until the damage is done.
How we long for something we once never cared for, until it is no longer in our possession, in our grasp.