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Feb 2013
Love is misery
And it is well known
That misery loves company
So why suffer alone?

Love is betrayal
It is a knife in the back
It's a glorified killing
A stealthy attack

Love is dependence
No freedom, no thoughts
It will rip out your spirit
And leave it to rot

Love is enveloping
It embraces and holds
But it easily suffocates
With it's tender folds

Love is a teardrop
Rolling down your face
From sorrow or joy
Or a crude fall from grace

Love is the beginning
The middle, and the end
To take, to leave, to carry
To break or to mend.
Written by
Molly Patterson
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   Hayley and Gloria Ikeji
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