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We all hate that feeling, when it’s the beginning of the end, Losing a lover, a parent, or even a dear friend. There's a saying of old, that I now believe is true, If it was meant to be, it will come back to you. It's been weeks, but the weeks feel like forever, But they say time heals, so I'm packing my flaws for the endeavor, As the waves of emotions rock the ship side to side, The sails soaring high, but pride and ego travelling inside As strong as its weakest link, the bond became a chokehold, How does loving someone so warm, result in me becoming so cold? "Can we go back to the days when love was strong? Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong? Can somebody tell me how to get things back the way they used to be?" Memories keep flashing back quicker than the flashes of lightning. But, is there any love, where there is constant fighting? What are the measures we should take to unwind? To gain perspective, peace and a clear mind? For the journey has been