Love

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love is a strange thing,

it is ever consuming,

more and more people,


it has consumed me, 

but how do I then tell them,

I think I love you,


its impossible,

for me to express my thoughts,

because I just know,


I know one small fact,

the fact that they  don't like me,

I'm ok with this,


to want something more,

is to assume that in life,

they also want more,


and I know they don't,

I know they don't look at me,

like they want my heart,


what skills do I need,

for her to see me as more,

for her to love me,


will I get a chance,

to tell her that I like her,

or will I be shot,


I've been shot before,

shot with heartbreak it was bad,

I will stay silent


for the wounds of old,

still need time to heal themselves,

but I have moved on,


will I ever say,

will I build up strength to say,

I think I love you,

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