Emotions, Love and Hate

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Love's last pain;
It is everything.
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
Love;
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
It is nothing.
Hate;
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
Emotions are sometimes like being caught in a rip. You can't fight it, and if you anchor yourself to it, it will sink you.
You could kick and scream, dragging the next or closest person to you under to keep yourself afloat, but surely this results in you being alone and worse off than when you started.
If you let it take you out, eventually it will allow you to swim back to shore.
Love's last pain;
It is everything.
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
Love;
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
It is nothing.
Hate;
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
Emotions are sometimes like being caught in a rip. You can't fight it, and if you anchor yourself to it, it will sink you.
You could kick and scream, dragging the next or closest person to you under to keep yourself afloat, but surely this results in you being alone and worse off than when you started.
If you let it take you out, eventually it will allow you to swim back to shore.
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.