at the end of each day, i always find myself pushing hard on something...
that life is really what we make it.
why must i feel this way? that i do not know...
but there is one thing i am so certain of -
and that is the love i give...
the love i have given...
and the love i wanted to give...
but the thoughts continue to haunt me...
was i wrong ?
what is not right to be honest with love?
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