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Lament I'm sorry, I can't love you like a love should be... Out here I stand beyond the glass, the wall of distance between my heart and the world... Love's such a quiet subtle thing so easily drowned out by need and want and hungers wailing from a time the time when children learn to love by being loved... I'm sorry my missing pieces make this puzzle that is love forever incomplete... Yet I want to love, you are so very dear although my heart is mute and broken... I know love is something like... Sign in to see full entry.