I think that in the end we would rather keep our pain than jump at a chance for joy....
We would rather hate than forgive and forget because forgiving makes it "ok".
We would rather keep our own crosses than trade for anything else...
I would rather go home to a husband who bashes my face in and his gifts to me are a couple of broken bones and bruises than take a chance with this cold world....
Once you find someone who loves u.. love u in their own kind of way... everything seems OK, perfect even... because nothing hurts more than rejection and uncertainty... It has to hurt to be "Love" ,,, right CUPID?
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
I think that in the end we would rather keep our pain than jump at a chance for joy....
We would rather hate than forgive and forget because forgiving makes it "ok".
We would rather keep our own crosses than trade for anything else...
I would rather go home to a husband who bashes my face in and his gifts to me are a couple of broken bones and bruises than take a chance with this cold world....
Once you find someone who loves u.. love u in their own kind of way... everything seems OK, perfect even... because nothing hurts more than rejection and uncertainty... It has to hurt to be "Love" ,,, right CUPID?
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