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Sep 2016
Ever since she left
I look around
and all I see
is this so called
"love"
the idea
of love, really

because love
is not willing to die
for someone
love,
is willing to live

love is not
willing to take that bullet for someone,
giving your life for theirs
no.
love
is willing to keep living
after they take that bullet for you

and that is the problem
with our society,
everyone is too eager to die
and not enough,
to live.
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