Love is pain,
Something to gain.
Hate is the same,
Only its earned.
But it's all feelings,
All yearned.
It's all confusing.
Who knows?
All bruising,
Anything goes.
Suppose its fun.
Just a game.
A trigger to pull,
On a gun.
It's all the same,
Just a tool.
To use on people,
To make them change.
You can never keep them,
It always goes wrong.
Goes bad,
Like an old song.
Never ending,
Just gets steaper,
The more its heard.
Making you weaker,
Cutting you deeper.
 
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