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Love

 


I tried to convince myself otherwise 

About love 

That love indeed isn’t as beautiful as they say 

But as ugly as it gets 

And I failed miserably in the face of love.


Oh boy, I’m glad I did!

Because what is life without love?

Life without colors 

Life without hope.



Ifedolapo

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  1. JKMay 25, 2024 at 11:32 AM

    But it's a fire in the chest.
    It stirs the butterflies and gets you high on the days when love is given and received.
    But it's an ulcer in the belly when love comes to naught. It hurts badly when it rains.

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  2. Just don't knowMay 28, 2024 at 1:33 PM

    I believe love is both, A balanced scale

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  3. AnonymousMay 30, 2024 at 7:13 PM

    Love is hated when not found but cherished when found rightly, even knowing that God loves us soo much brings an everlasting hope to hold on. Your piece of writing, blesses me soo much and reminds me that I'm not alone. Love by panda

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  4. FolusoMay 30, 2024 at 7:47 PM

    So love is life and hope. Beautiful

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  5. AnonymousMay 31, 2024 at 5:52 AM

    Love will make you lose your selfish. Love will make you selfless. Love isn’t about you. Love is sacrificial. It hurts to be patient, kind, keep no records of wrong, not be boastful or proud, not demand your own way, not be irritable, not rejoice over injustice, never give up, never lose faith, always be hopeful, endure through every circumstance. Love transcends feelings of butterflies. Jesus certainly had no butterflies on the cross.

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  6. AnonymousMay 31, 2024 at 10:37 AM

    ❤️❤️❤️

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  7. AnonymousMay 31, 2024 at 6:21 PM

    Life is absolutely nothing without love.

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