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Fend Before You Mend
Beaten and broken. Shown, not spoken. Defending whats left. Til robbed again in a hearless theft. Im left to pick up the pieces. From the bottom of my heart and the love that it releases. I know of no glue to mend what I need. So fend first I must, before I can plant the seed. A single thought that will grow into something beautiful. Into a life of true happiness filled to the brim so full. Where the glass is never half empty. Perfect in each others eyes as what we believe is that in which we see. That perfection lies within imperfection. That a lack of affection can lead to infection. Though this love will not be treated like a disease. Yet I know it will be treated with ease. For we live within, but a single life. So be the glue, not the knife.
