It Hurts

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It hurts to say it,
It hurts to think it.
It is not to be mentioned,
It is love.

You love your parents,
They pass on.
You love your friends,
They grow away.

Is it wrong to love?
Is it right to hurt?
Who knows the answer,
Do we want the answer?

So many questions,
Not enough time.
Shall we love and hurt,
Or never love at all?





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