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**** Love making cowards of us all either too scared to let it fail or too scared to answer its call **** Love for all its selfish insecurity piecing us together like a broken puzzle everyone begging for attention Love is here to fill your appetite There is no answer to the question of love why what how when It's never clear when it has you It's never clear when you're free of it Love is a snake a viper in the trees with an uncanny eye for humanity I hate myself for allowing this shame and I don't even know if I love her
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
Sunday Morning
**** Love making cowards of us all either too scared to let it fail or too scared to answer its call **** Love for all its selfish insecurity piecing us together like a broken puzzle everyone begging for attention Love is here to fill your appetite There is no answer to the question of love why what how when It's never clear when it has you It's never clear when you're free of it Love is a snake a viper in the trees with an uncanny eye for humanity I hate myself for allowing this shame and I don't even know if I love her
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
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