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Sep 2013
You ask me why all I do is love,
yet all it does is hurt.
You don't see that its a facet,
of pain, smiles and tears.
Love isn't something you need to
breathe.
But breathing hurts when you don't feel.
It is embedded in your DNA,
Somehow we love or are loved.
Mia
Written by
Mia  F/Paris
(F/Paris)   
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