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love is a fickle business.
there mere word in itself implicates a cascade of emotions, many complicated, many easy.

they say that before you can ever love another person, you have to love yourself.
never before have i heard such a lie, at least, not in my case.

i have never loved myself, i have trapped myself in a never ending cycle of self-loathing and hatred.
but you.

oh, but you,
without even meaning to you have saved me.
you saved me.

i have never loved myself, i don't know if i ever will.
but i love you, with all of my bruised heart.