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I used to ask my self where love was; the love that was supposed to find me.
I thought it did.
For an entire month, I believe I felt a little of what it was.
But I wanted more.
I wanted to be able to really feel it and not have to worry about the consequences.
I had a little taste and it's so tempting.
I write of it all the time yet I have no idea what I'm really writing about.
I used I ask myself where love was but now I ask what is love?
-j.
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