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September 17th, 2004

Of all the things that I have
Only some make me laugh
I absolutely have love
And all that it is made of

The power that it conseals
And hidden feelings that it reveals
The truth that comes out
Without explanation or where about

It grabs and holds
The pain and sorrow it molds
The grip that is so tight
As I try to fight

I get tired and weak
So why bother speak
I honestly hate love
And all that it is made of