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Love

As I sit here With tired eyes. With a lit cigarette in my mouth. Trying to understand my heart. It’s telling me that it loves this girl. But that’s a language I don’t know. What is love? Is love something that can’t be understood? Is it just a manifest? We say I love you. But do people mean it anymore? Or is it something we say to one another? How can someone love someone else in a world with hate? Why is love so complicated to understand? I love this girl, And I don’t know how to stop myself from falling. Maybe love is not meant to be understood. I believe it’s a feeling, That we just feel. Maybe love is just a manifest. We just know what we feel. And tonight I feel the love for this girl.

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