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What's the Difference?


When we were younger, 

The stove would burn.

Overtime, we learned it caused pain,

To stay away, to not touch.

 

When we got older,

Love tore us apart.

We learned that it too caused pain,

Yet we did not stay away, we did not run...we touched.

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This is for the hope that I will never give up.

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