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Why is it
when you meet someone
and fall in love
for the very first time,
it fails
it hurts
it wounds you?
Why is it
that love is so joyous
yet so painful
so beautiful
yet so hideously ugly?
The first
the worst
synonymous
one leads to the other
Why is it?
Who made those rules?
It seems the heart
must be calloused and worn
before it can learn to love.