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i feel like the word love is abused. its overused, and repeated by naive teenagers every where. its just thrown out there constantly. i don't think anyone actually understands the word love. its puts forward so many questions. it can make you the happiest man in the world, or make you want to kill yourself. it can grow as tall as a redwood tree, yet it can shrink to a small jelly bean. i guess when you truely find love, you won't know what to do with it. do you share it, or keep it tucked away in a pocket. i guess no one really posses the answer to any question about love. you just have to experiance and determine the right answer for your love. you choose your path and then fate carries you to the next stop, the next decision of your life...
yes i'm very cynical....
yes i'm very cynical....