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By Nonitta Date: 2002 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.23.11.09.14124]] |
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Love is a painful death that is very slow. It is the seed you've planted that will never grow. It's the old begger in the street. It's when you're in front of a crowd and you stumble on your feet. It's the respect you want but you're denied of. It's the fight you have when push comes to shove. It's the guy you loved who left you on your own. It's the feeling you feel when your all alone. It's the bullet that killed your friend. It's the money you don't have but continue to spend. It's the moments that never seem to last. It's getting a ticket for going too fast. It's when you continue to argue when you know your wrong. It's the sunken heart feeling for the one you long. It's the terrible wreck caused by a drunk driver. It's the sister you lost and you still can't find her. It's the blowing up of another building. It's HIV caught from the person who was willing. It's the little girl who doesn't know her dad. It's the funeral that has now left you sad. It's the young girls who get sexually molested. It's all the rapists in the world who have not been arrested. It's the continuous process of getting played. It's the boyfriend who beat you because of a mistake you made. It's the cancer that leads to sudden death. It's watching a loved one struggle for each breath. It's wondering if you'll be happy at least once in your life. It's the wrist that was slit by a razor sharp knife. It's drinking too much and feeling it the next day. It's the girl who is unhappy and decides to run away. It's innocence lost that you can never get back. It's all the dreams you dream but the opportunities you lack. It's the girl eating alone who doesn't have a friend. It's working long hours. It never seems to end. It's being unsure and unhappy with yourself. It's living in the streets and stealing for wealth. It's listening to your parents knowing they lie to you. It's giving in to pressure when you know its wrong to. It's watching a friend use drugs throwing thier life away. It's getting a headache each and every day. It's knowing nothing's right and never will be. It's the kind of love that's been given to me. |