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love they say is a gift it never dies, a constant thing on your mind, and i have finally come to the conclusion, it is more,
it's a thought that never leave your mind, heart, and inner self,
love is a conceling feeling, that we never truy expore, a easy walk away, and difinitly quickly forgotten,
i see not only in myself but others, a chance we toss, a feeling we forsake, and a writing of paper we through,
love is the belief of want, not need, a chsnce to take to take, and a general idea of suffercatin,
a pressure ponit of ache, swelling, and knotos muscle,
a feeling tossed,
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