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why do you put yourself through this madness,
you're only going to end up hurt.
i want to help you,
but you don't listen.

d.l.b.
Why?
Why do you hurt yourself?
Why?
Why must you bleed?
Why?
Why do you cry a lot?
Why?
Why do this to me?
Why?
Why can't you talk about it?
Why?
Why do you like your scars?
Why?
Why would you want to keep them?
Why?
Why do you avoid me?
Why?
Why did you do it?
Why?
Its not a poem >.< just a list of questions that should never be asked
love is such a special thing it makes the world go round
anywhere you go love it can be found
all across the universe love is always there
love is all around love is everywhere.

its something we can share. something we can give
a very special thing.  that helps the world to live.
something we are born with from the very start
a special gift we own there within our heart.
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