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The thing about the heart of what we believe
is how it can be taken from us is how it can be exposed for lies exposed as fraud and ridiculed ripped away from our embrace we are seen as freaks and fools for ever having loved and cherished the heart of what we have believed. The thing about the heart of those we love is how we can't save it when it's hurting or fix it as we watch it break we see it being squeezed and crushed we watch it scream in pain helplessly we wonder how we ever dared to think that there was any way at all we could ever hope to protect the heart of those we love. Wendy Atkinson
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