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someone who can love that someone who can love is held up like a treasure and placed somehow above the rest of us mere mortals as saint or something more and if that someones tells us that the final score is not that they are better it's just that we've forgotten how to love and what love is for would we become offended if they reject our pedestal would we become upended if they spoke of free will would we fill with confusion if they said we're the same would we find ourselves angry if they rejected fame have hearts become so empty that war is justified that love can be so brutal that truth can be denied and if someone would tell us that love can save the world would we tear them down and bury them in the flags we unfurled it's not that we are evil it's just that we've forgotten how to love and what love is for and we become offended if they reject the way we live and we become defensive if they question our motives and we fill with confusion when they will not bow our way and we find ourselves angry when they push us away but what happened to freedom and self-determination has manifest destiny blinded us to reason who said that we must lead them to live the way we say we still have reservations for those who will not play has life become so lonely that someone who can love overwhelmes our senses and placed somewhere above the rest of us mere mortals as saint or something more and if that someones tells us that the final score is not that they are better it's just that we've forgotten how to love and what love is for
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |