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Love. The only feeling that is
HATE
FEAR
POWER
***
SACRIFICE
DEATH
LIFE
SADNESS
JOY
and so many others...to so many others...for so many others...

So why do we crave it?
Why do we blame it?
Why do we enslave it?
Why do we **** it?
Why do we steal it?
Why do we covet it?
Why do we lust for it?
How can this be love?

Love can be a sickness
A disease
A plague
A fog
A haze
An addiction
An affliction.

So why do they say it is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all?

Because we are all crazy. And we don't even know it.
And those of us who do are alone and can't control it.

I'm in love.
And I love it.
 Nov 2011 Tyler Drapeau
Sarah
My soul divulged upon your page,
inked in tangible measure.
a hundred years before my name was uttered,
days before it was tied to another.

— The End —