Freewrite #32: When Will I know?

What’s love in a world gravitating towards violence more and more as each second ticks by?
A world where flesh is in harmony with gun shots while spilled blood fill up our conscience?
Maybe,
Love is the set of arms intertwined around your waist as refuge when your darkest hour looms ahead.
Or,
That moment you’re strong enough to let go,
Of a past you no longer refuse to forgive yourself for…
Who knows…

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