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My feelings for him have faded,

and the others image, graded.

Its hard to say I love you,

when all I think about,

is the other man.



Love can be blinding,

and it can be painful,

and yet on rare accations,

it can be happy too.



Loseing love for someone you never loved in the first place.

Realizing that the love you felt was in fact for someone you know you cannot have.

The dreams you lied about,

and told it was of him,

when in fact it was of the other man.



Love, and pain,

they lay on the same line,

fire and rage,

they all follow the pain.

Grace.

No such thing...



My love for him,

it is only pain,

thats all that could ever come of it.

My love of the other man,

its like a bon-fire,

and Im standing in the middle of it,

The pain?. Its a good pain,

he rages inside of me,

just as the flames raged around me.



Love.

Not something that could ever be explained.

If you can discribe it, than it'll never last,

because in the end, when you do truely love someone,

you'll never stop searching for the right words to describe it,

In your head, and in your heart,

no word, no number, no equation of any kind,

could ever sum up, or describe how you truely feel.



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