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At some point into an abyss we stare
Do we jump in so as not to hurt because we care
Or do we stay out
And live life to find what it is all about
A broken heart
Things that drive us a part
All are chances that we take
When we offer ourselves love to make
But happiness can also happen
When we allow our love to be taken
It's a risk we take when we are open
Love is to blossom we are hoping
Indifferent, good or bad
Every emotion experienced, happy, ecstatic, anger and sad
The intensity can be too much to handle
Like the heat from a flame of a candle
Nice and warm when the distance is safe
But get to close and feel the pain as your skin will burn and chafe
Love can be like that, it's true
Doesn't have to, with you
Love can be a warm blanket on a cold night
Nice and comforting snuggled in tight
Love can be all that is beautiful and right
It all depends on you view and sight
There comes that time into the abyss we stare
Do you allow yourself to care
Do you allow yourself the chance
To see what beauty can come from romance
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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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