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Feb 2013
Roses are Red.
Love is Blue.
Candy is sweet.

Roses are full of thorns… They hurt if you grasp them. So be careful when you handle them. Otherwise you’ll get cut by what feels like a razor blade. And if you handle them with love and care… you’ll get the same reaction. And I can be compared to a rose… I can hurt you if you handle me the wrong way… But if you treat me right, I can do the same for you. I am very emotional, so be careful.
“Love is like a rose. It has thorns every step of the way. When it blooms it will become beautiful, and you will cherish it forever.“

I finally learned that there is no such thing as true love. That it is all just a big hoax. That when you think you’ve finally found it, it just disappears like if it were evaporated water. Love is a very strong word, let alone emotion. It takes a big role in life… But hate does also. It is a much stronger and harmful word then love. So be careful… And don’t toss it around. Because if you do, you’ll get hurt. I don’t want to get hurt again… But I know I’ll fall head-over-heels for some guy and get my heart broken, again. I’m sick of it.
“Love is for suckers.”

Candy… Umm… It is something some people can’t live without… Not an addiction, but just a want. So people should get over it. Diabetics can’t even eat it, I don’t think. So why have it? Why want it? I guess I’m candy… Some people can’t have me. But then again some people have had me, bt just tossed me aside. So I guess I’m not so sweet.
written: 8.27.05
Chrysta Ashlock
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Chrysta Ashlock  Michigan
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