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endeavour

there are 2 different kinds of lovers.

the first;

they love until their hearts bleed out.

the second;

they let the other person put in the effort and time and enjoy it.

 

the first usually fall for the second.

 

it would be amazing for two firsts, or two seconds to find each other.

 

never, it seems is this the case.

 

there are those who come right out and say they like you...... firsts.

there are those who hide behind moving vans and run from you in crowded rooms...... seconds

there are those afraid of breaking hearts......firsts

there are those afraid of getting theirs broken......seconds.

there are those who find no reason to stay......firsts

there are those who find no reason to leave......seconds

 

the world is divided between firsts and seconds.

 

why must the firsts fall for the seconds?

 

who ever truly taught us how to love?

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zoe-westbrooke
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May 19, 2010
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