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Poem from the other side

Do you feel foolish to love?

To love not to be loved.

To give not to be given.

Do you feel pain?

Pain like a sharp knife plunging you.

The sight of blood like crayon.

The taste of hate like kola.

Do you cry yourself to sleep?

Sleepless nights like civil war

Aspirin like bullets in your throat.

Dreams like grotesque images of the dead.

Do you think it’s wise to hate?

To hate all that are to be loved.

To hate to give because you don’t get back.

Do you….