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Consciously or subconsciously, you are always
on my mind.
Push memories of you aside but they always
return.
Perhaps this is the way it was meant to be.
Maybe I am forever cursed with memories of
you;
and that curse shall be my punishment
for giving up the one thing I swore never to
give away...my heart.
A virgin of love, I foolishly gave away my heart
just to experience the feel of it.
In the wake of the experience, I feel only
the need for my innocence, my love and
my heart to be returned.
Despite the feelings,
despite the possibility of regret,
the innocence is gone.
Love has found himself... another fool.