love, what is it, why does it exist, these feeling, the found, the lost, the needed, the individual, to be with one or be with none, why is it tha there is always someone in the way of this feeling, weather i be someone else or yourself, to love and be loved by that same person is one but a dream that may be out of reach, to adknowllage anothers feeling and return it can let one believe they are in heven, but to deny those feelings are only a nightmare, and to leave that love untampered will or not be regreted at a great hight, love, its own existence is inedidable, to live without this feeling will end a peice of our existance and it may fall apart before our very own eyes, your love is what you yourself cant control but what you can deal with, to let it roam free and do what you will to have that love or not to do anything and let what ever happens fall into place is your decision, but know, you can have it your what if you were only to try, and yet what is love, give it a chance, you can loose it all, but much is to gain from this.
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