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Why seek first love , when it is the last thing we speak of, when all has burnt in ruins was it there to bring a receptive to an unresponsive fire or to amend the seely fire of hate, it had crossed over and to take a ride these days,non is willing to work for the love in which they seek but want to lay among emotions that trap them in memories.
Why enter the building of "love" and expect it to clean or take care of its own well being when it laid dormant and you decide to breath in its old bones, without maybe understanding were it started the journey in which you choose to walk by accepting it's conditions without understanding, it's existence. It will seem as if it was never alive to see the day in the night for in the night there is day, just different shades of blue.
What're the conditions of love, should it be treated like the first steps of a toddler that in its adult years it had forgotten, it's first steps but knows how to walk without falling, with a brief explanation; you have legs there are a use of transportation to carry your body to were one sees fit. Can love carry us, do we need it? If we were never taught it, as much as a toddler sees their parent walking then tries to copy till it can carry itself without assistance, when we think we've seen what love walks like, how could we identify it with so much lossy explanations or examples.
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