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Jul 2017
The fight from the night before still lingers in my head,
But its getting late, I need to get out of bed,
What shall I do today I think?
Why are there so many ***** dishes in the sink?
Oh god I want a drink
No, I need to be strong
My search for wisdom has just begun and the road is still long
I feel overwhelmed, searching the deepest crevices of my mind
Why is it so hard to just be loving and kind?
I think I may have the answer, or I may still be blind
I see this simplicity in you
My dearest friend
I thought it not possible, and I was certain a loveless world would be my fate
Till the bitter end
I see a different side to life, a side I thought not possible
This must be a dream, who could love me?
Who could love the man with more problems than solutions?
It cant be a dream, It has to be real
I thought this was my eternal deal, a life of pain
A life where it would be a curse to be sane
My dearest friend
You showed me love and acceptance,
I met you with all my hang-ups of rejection and callous inconsideration
And like the waves erode the sharp rocks,
Slowly your love has done so with my walls
I now see a light, an answer I thought could never be answered
I now see that love is real
And that this doesn’t have to always be my deal
My dearest friend,
Thank you for being you
Don’t ever grow hard and cold,
Love will never grow old.
Justin Chapman
Written by
Justin Chapman  27/M/South Africa
(27/M/South Africa)   
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