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Hurts

Growing up hurts,

deep down in the guts;

or so it would seem.

 

Growing older hurts

when everything familiar,

becomes uncomfortable, again.

 

Learning life's lessons hurts,

strait to your soul.

Some may not get past

the simply breathless pain:

of a broken heart.

Or when some small unspoken

dream dies, as the realization that

your love is not going to be as easy,

or as soft as you thought it should be.

 

Everything in reality, either gives pain or pleasure.

My love hurts, but it is a pain that is worth living through,

rather than living without....

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Sep 22, 2009
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