Love
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love is not patient nor is it kind; love, it seems, doesn’t give a damn. there isn’t always someone for everyone: sometimes there’s no one
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Rainbows dissipate and vanish without a trace — much like a mirage. a dying love leaves its memories, that in time grow vague and muddied. I believe in both rainbows and love; if only they would last awhile.
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The topic I am about to discuss is not the norm. I am venturing out of my comfort zone and into the light un-dark. Brace yourselves. ** Love. In my opinion, it does not come under the heading of ‘a many splendored thing;’ that would be infatuation. You’ve got to admit, infatuation is a beautiful thing.
Ergo, the Ogre 