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I thought I knew love... I thought I met love in the classes of highschool. I played hard to get for the sole purpose I had plenty of being cupid's fool. Was it inevitable? I thought that when I matured... so did love's mind, body, and soul. At first we were great... I was so sure that forever we would remain a whole. Why were we unstable? I should have known I knew not love... love slowly began to change. Was it my fault for love's spontaneity? I should have known I knew not love... love's passionate affection changed into emotional, soulful pain. Why can't I let go of this insanity?

Definition... ?! How do we define ourselves? There are so many questions to our definition that we all seem to lust for, but never want to reach for the that answering key on the highest shelves to unlock that defining door. Are we afraid of our pristine definition or are we afraid of how we will become outcasts to society? In finding our purest identity will we smother our fallacious self to oblivion or will society demands scare us into its unity. Fortunately, I am who I am, seen to be a leader, but an example at most for anyone who wants to believe that there is a way through society's oppressive dam. There is a way... not in me, but