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 - by Zoë, Timberlea, NS
So, you're sitting at home sick.
Too awake to sleep,
Too tired to read,
Too lazy to get up,
Not hungry enough for food,
Hands too numb to draw,
So what do you do?
Think. I'm sitting here at home with all of the above symptoms, besides my hands being lazy, and I decided to think. Yes, something I don't do much.
I realized that maybe love isn’t all it's cracked up to be...
Everyone pictures love as this pink, fluffy, frilly, giant, soft heart thing. Love isn't pink, or frilly. Personally, I picture love as a battlefield.
You fight to get what you want and then fight to keep it. Sure, you may get hurt in the process, but you always have that urge to push on, to continue fighting. Or maybe, somewhere along the lines you find out that you forget why you're fighting, and decide to give up.
But what of the other person… NO… what about you? Maybe it’s not you who's giving up but the other person. Maybe you actually loved them, but do they consider that? Not likely.
You could succumb to pain and grief, go into depression, but do they have to care? No.
You'll be all by your lonesome self, curled into a ball on your bed as they walk freely outside without a care while you're scared to love anyone.
That means that you've lost the fight. You've been killed. But, perk up! As they always say there are many fish in the sea, and you'll know when you meet the right one! You'll realize with this one, maybe you don't have to fight. Maybe you've already shaken on a truce. That’s when you know that they're the one...just for you.
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