Monday, October 18, 2010

Poetry

Love is hard to find. After looking in different places, making strange chases and running from the pain we still end up lonely. When we stop trying, it comes way too easily and becomes even more painful when it's over. We live with it and try not to show it, even though it's all over our faces. So we might be hurting on the inside, but we stay strong on the outside. 
It's never easy to love and it's very hard to not love.
FIN.

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