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Love There is a place where when you learn to love someone more than yourself you realize what love is. So it is known that love is this. That what controls this world really does understand. That somehow, someway, it will work out. You have the answers already you just don't know how to impliment them, such is stumbling without actually. You think of yourself. You think of only that, you can perspective that there is a you behind something. But there has to be love in it, somehow, someway. Because better to give than to recieve. Just love somebody. Because it better to help than to harm, we all know this already but that is love. Vote for this poem
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