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You’re taking a stroll (more like speed walking) down the street, 
And if you’re anything like me, 
You’ll most likely trip on thin air 
And bam, you’ve fractured your leg 
(No, I’n not an anorexic with osteoporosis)

As it is with accidents, so it is with love. 
Just as you may fall and hurt yourself on a run, 
Getting hurt is part of the deal when you sign up for intimacy. 
You’ll hurt people you love, and they’ll hurt you too. 
And before you know it, 
They become a language you are no longer fluent in, but still remember how to read. 
(I’m talking about you Sanskrit)

It doesn’t take being a doctor to know, that wounds take time to heal. 
Broken bones and broken hearts are akin. 
In the meantime, how do you hold on to the hope that you’ll run again after a fractured leg? 
What if you’re left with a permanent limp instead? 
A haunting reminder of only what was, every time you take a step. 

Some call it courage, and others a fool’s venture, 
The cycle of rupture and repair ensues, 
Time begins to work its magic, 
Limp as you may, 
You’ll muster strength to take a stroll once again.

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