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i wrote you a letter today, but i ripped it up and threw it away. cause i can never find the right things to say to you. who knew? that writing your heart out is almost without a doubt one of the hardest things on earth to do. writing with a pen about something with no end is more difficult than i had first thought. to equal what i feel nothing could be bought, and yea i know, what counts is the thought.. but its deeper than thought, its feeling. the only way i can think to transimit my feeling, as here i sit is to show you. but how? love knows no end, but where does it begin?is it real at all or is it a lie from the past that has been, in tradition, passed down for the next generation to seek and not find, to touch, but never feel and to fall into the neverending circle of nothingness which is passed down to their children and grandchildren as to reapeat the continuing cycle of "lost love"?