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The core of ourselves!
Eternally there,
In fundamental beliefs.

It is our own self.

What we live for,
Die for,
And believe in.

It is rooted in ourselves.

For a lover,
To have had;
That is, perfection.

Freedom isn't from love.

It is freedom from self;
It is the boundaries of desire,
The faith of love are chains!

To what he believes is restriction.

To break these bonds,
Of memories of true love;
The other side must not be the same.

That is--remember the same feeling.

Then the realization!
It is perspective;
And to his own, broken.

For true love cannot be one sided feeling.

Fractured then is the core,
To what should he do?
Exist, die, or find hope?

Such is a question of the broken.

Unbreakable as it seems,
The human truth of self,
It does occur.

And the results are all different.

To which we find ourselves here,
Reading such a result of destruction!
Doomed ways of emotions.

And that's the truth of it all.