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sorted byDedicated to that someone. It's been a while since I last saw him. We have our problems and differences, but perhaps that's why we try so hard to make it work. Love isn't worth it if there's nothing to solve.
I remember meeting couples who were only together because people expected them to be. I remember meeting couples, broken up because it was what people expected. I can't remember love at its purest form.
My friend said that in our society, people don't see what you do, but how you look. He said wearing brand names is one of the only ways to get people to "bet on you." According to him, I have a label on me as well. We all do.
A friend called it a love poem - referring to several romantic relationships our teenage hearts have ever felt. It is actually a dedication to all kinds of broken or love: family, friends, romances. I don't think "Hurt" is a good enough title, but it will do for now.
This poem is inspired by a conversation I had with my godsister. We were talking about ourselves: our differences and similarities. Then, we came to a conclusion...