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Oct 2015
i hate the word love
hate the sound
and the implications and spells it casts
on people who by it are bound
- yet it never lasts

as soon as you have 'love'
life can at first seem great
but you lose part of yourself
become half someone else
and are blind to the loss it creates

love; the term is soppy
increasingly miss and over used
its a word that should have meaning
and explain only a connection
of personal comprehension
-and not necessarily the type for pews

so love, yes i hate the word love
and pray it never should pass through my lips
other than in appreciation of dearest souls
and not in the case of falling too far, too quick

its ideals are not one i relish
all i see in it is that it becomes weak
why must we be told, that we will "find love and grow old"
and never something else like:
the future is yours; every. single. week.

so go live your life as you want it
don't feel you have to conform to society's form
School, Uni, Job, Marriage, Family - only if you want it
do what you love, what makes you strong

as love does not mean simple affection
it means soul warming understanding and care
it is for objects, actions, people, animal and places,
not for crude or simple phrases where it feels barren and bare.
guess it kind went into a little bit of a rant, but i did try and reign it in.
i truly never want to lose myself or give up my dreams and live that boring 'average' life everyone seems so enchanted by. i insist on how i hate the idea of marriage and having a family as it would means not doing what i love and id rather die than that. yet my family insists 'one day you will, you'll have kids and a small house and debts just like us' and they have no clue how painful for me even the consideration of that life is, or that they take no time to see this. i have promised myself i shall never fall whilst it is what i want and i encourage anyone else who feels undermined from doing what they love -whatever it is- to give it a go and see.
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nicoarty  somewhere
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   Sara Murray
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