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Love

Love.

Why is it positive?

It hurts so much.

It should be classified with,

 

Pain,

Suffering,

Loss,

Sadness.

For this is what it it reaps.

But it's not.

 

It is classified with,

Joy.

Happiness.

Laughter.

Beauty.

Love.

It is all of the above

And then some.

 

So,

Where should it really go?

I don't know.

It's an odd feeling.

It doesn't really fit,

Anywhere.

But I've felt it.

Before.

 

I understand.

But at the same time,

I don't.

 

Confusing.

That is what,

Love,

Most is.

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Written by
tori-elizabeth-cook
American
Published
May 20, 2010
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Notes

This one is shorter than I'm used to, I hope I got the point across.

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