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Love discovered on the bottom of an injured soul.

Heart that starts beating again.

You get up from your knees.

In my clenched fist I keep what I’ve been looking for so long.

At last I begin to live.

I need to acquire strength.

I’m still weak.

Someone strokes my hand.

I open my fist.

There’s nothing inside.

It looked so beautiful.

I cheated myself again.

I spit at my own face.