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Jan 2021
Loving, I am at my most happy,
Just loving.
Though at times,
I am treated like a fool,
Love is my eye and my wisdom.
Sometimes, crooked ways
are deviced,
To break my loving heart.
But its already a broken heart.
I don't blame, I don't curse,
Though, labelled the loser,
I am at my most happy
In my brokenness.
Loving doesn't mean I'm weak,
It Doesn't mean I'm vulnerable.
It is just a heavy crown,
Gold, that makes me, ME!
Loving is the reason why
I am happy!
Benjamin 'Xelmrah' Karim
Written by
Benjamin 'Xelmrah' Karim  27/M
(27/M)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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