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October 2003 Poetry Why does love,
hurt so much?
Why does time,
move so slowly,
when pain takes over,
every moment in your life?
Why does the mere thought of you,
make me break down,
and cry myself to sleep?
Why does writing this,
not help me at all?
When all I wanted to do,
was hold you, kiss you,
and see your sweet face.
Why does the sad reality,
that we will never be,
have to be true?
Why does?
~*~ Jill ~*~
