Right or Wrong

I don’t know if these feelings are right or wrong, but is anything right or wrong. We go through life-fighting; fighting for love, fighting our fears. So I ask myself is loving you wrong for it doesn’t seem so to me, but from others is where we learn right from wrong and if they say I am wrong am I? I hate the emptiness I feel when you’re gone like something is missing that truly does feel wrong but in reality, nothing ever feels right. So is loving you wrong or right, but is that even the real question I’m asking myself or am I asking do I actually love you? Do you actually love me? Or is this all fake? Because that would make it wrong.

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