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Jun 2014
Love *****
   and hurts.
       And for those of us
         that give it freely,
            it hurts the most
               for us.
               But in the end
            we'll keep loving,
         so we can feel
      like we did everything
   we could
to be loved in return.
Written by
harlee kae  Elsewhere
(Elsewhere)   
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