ThoSe who love, these who cry, we who live, us who die. noone is safe from the thing we call death, when we lay down our heads and take that one final breath....we tend to think, "have i done good? have i done all i can? have they understood....what ive done was to become a man?" they say you dont realize what you've got until its gone. that is so true, we need to kno, we need to learn, we need to show, we need to feel the burn.
Love is a feeling, nothing more, sometimes its a pleasantry to have, others its a chore.
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