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Oct 2011
Love and hate are one in the same.
One goes by a nicer name.

The dizzy glee of love sustained.
Now a pile of hate that will not wane.

Numb body, soul, and mind.
This kind of pain, can’t be defined.

Empty space that can’t be filled.
My once warm heart, has been chilled.

I used to believe in love divine.
I used to think, that he was mine.
Written by
Kiana L
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   Andy Cave
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