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“Held: Love is the only thing to ever hold onto. Even when it was never returned to you Even if it was used as a tool to hurt you Because not everyone knows how to love Or to treat people tenderly That's why the ones that speak with love and live through love Will always have an extra special task to fulfil on this earth And that is... To keep holding onto love”

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Book:The Stars In Our Scars: A Collection of Unique, Healing and Inspirational Poetry
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Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses
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