What is Love Really?
Love is a strange thing
It is not perfect
Nor is it elegant,
As many seem to believe
Love is often borne of hate
Or it is borne through friendship
The road to love is very scary
It’s full of bumps,
Rigged with traps,
And choked with troubles,
And yet
If the love is real
It will endure the hardships
And it will always prevail
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gavinbair0
I am a high school student at a small school, I've been through a lot so far throughout my life, but there are three things that I normally write about: I write about the depression that I battle every day and often lose to, and I write about the two women that I've fallen in love with, both of which left, and I'm never going to see either one again. If you like my writings, please e-mail me at [email protected]. It helps to know when people enjoy or relate to the things that I write.
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