a fine line between love,
and so hate,
but who has the power,
the authority to state,
what love really is,
how its defined,
if its different,
secluded with a line,
from what i know,
love is a mess,
causing everything,
but mostly stress,
to each his own,
is what believe,
but apart from pain,
i hope it brings some slight relieve,
cos though its not for me,
it is for some,
and i hope those few,
find the one,
for me the line,
seemed to stray,
cos the friendship we had,
well, it never did stay,
and though not i regret,
ever telling you why i was low,
i know id die,
than have you not know,
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