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Love is when things turn black, you're always there Love is when somethings different you don't stand and stare Love is making that special someone some coffee, a cake or maybe their favourite food It's pretending to laugh when you're just not in the mood Love is tending to the sick, to the poor, to the wasters and users Love is realising in life that we're surrounded by takers and choosers Love is waiting for another at the bus stop in the pouring down rain It's the beautiful gift that just gives again and again Love is not sharing on Facebook hoping millions in other countries will care Love is focusing not on the fictional but the ones who are actually there Love is knowing who are your friends and who are parasites it's watching out for your brother, even if it keeps you up all night So pack up your worries, your selfish needs and excuses reality's both exquisite and ferociously abusive - when you're lay dying, will your tweets or wealth keep you alive? No, for love is the drug that keeps living alive.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
Love
Love is when things turn black, you're always there Love is when somethings different you don't stand and stare Love is making that special someone some coffee, a cake or maybe their favourite food It's pretending to laugh when you're just not in the mood Love is tending to the sick, to the poor, to the wasters and users Love is realising in life that we're surrounded by takers and choosers Love is waiting for another at the bus stop in the pouring down rain It's the beautiful gift that just gives again and again Love is not sharing on Facebook hoping millions in other countries will care Love is focusing not on the fictional but the ones who are actually there Love is knowing who are your friends and who are parasites it's watching out for your brother, even if it keeps you up all night So pack up your worries, your selfish needs and excuses reality's both exquisite and ferociously abusive - when you're lay dying, will your tweets or wealth keep you alive? No, for love is the drug that keeps living alive.
lexander-jones
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
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