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new Pan Poetry
She stood in the doorway
tears in her eyes
She said she couldn't find the words to say
She just turned around and as she walked away said sometimes love just dies
Where does love go when the end comes near
Why do we let it all slip away
Why can't we hold on to those we held dear
When does the time come when there's nothing left to say
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?"
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