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life is love, love is life
the most powerful feeling then getting cut by a knife a feeling you wish for more then anything you miss more its the secret to happiness this life that we all live makes our love hard to give your struggles and pain make you act in vain depression is hard to overcome you ask yourself how come? your family and friends are the ones you make amends the ones who care the ones who will share the love you need the love that helps you suceed you tell yourself just another day you push them away until its too late an enevitable fate you look back and say could it be this way you tell them you love them the struggles and pain wash away in the rain its the feeling of love the feeling we live for the one who you meet that makes your life complete its the love you would die for that is what we seek
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