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Apr 2013
You just can't point a finger at a single instance and say it defines all instances.

This stash bag thing we label love?
It doesn't fit the bag.
And there is no one bag that can hold it.

I stopped believing in the myth of 1 true love.
I just do it and don't much count the cost.

I've crossed oceans, continents, and countries for love most of my life.
I've given it my time, my money, my thought, my emotions, my body - all of me.

For all of you.
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Emme
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   Susan O'Reilly
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