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An episode of The Waltons encouraged me to write this... |
| Why is love so easily forgotten? Why is it taken for granted so fast and so easily? Why is love so easily thought of? When someone tells me they love me, It makes me wonder how many times they've said that to others and didn't mean it I know, I'm only 15 and shouldn't be thinking about this but it comes to mind ever so often Why is hate so easily forgotten and turned into a never ending compassionate love? You answer this I have, but I'm not yet ready to share it with the world |