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Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. This statement has made you gain my respect i think everyone liked your statement. |
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wow, this is so bizarre. it's saying that i posted something, but i can't see my last post which was a response to wolf.
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oh, there it is!
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wow, this is so bizarre. it's saying that i posted something, but i can't see my last post which was a response to wolf. |
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Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. This statement has made you gain my respect i think everyone liked your statement. |
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Love is when u cant wait to be around that person but being away only grows ur love for that person. Someone u can not live without. They make u who u are.
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I heard you driving in my car
Then in a frozen bar And I claimed I didn't care for you But your verse got trapped inside my head Over and over again You played yourself to death in me I thought I'd drop you easily But that was not to be You burrowed like a summer tic So you invade my sleep and confuse my dreams Turn my nights to sleepless itch Stuck on you 'till the end of time I'm too tired to fight your rhyme Stuck on you 'till the end of time you've got me paralyzed Holding on the telephone I hear your midrange moan You're everywhere inside my room Even when I'm alone I hear your mellow drone You're everywhere inside of me Stuck on you 'till the end of time I'm too tired to fight your rhyme Stuck on you 'till the end of time You got me trapped inside I can't escape your incessant whine When you beam it out all across the sky No I can't escape your insipid rhyme When you shoot it deep Straight into my mind |
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Heh. Love is just something that shows us, once again, that God has a demented sense of humor.
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I've come to the conclusion that love is between Angel's and insect's...the divide between what is and what could be, more often then not it is what it is and people would rather look off at what could be. This in turn creates lust, something everyone regardless of stature and standing in life will be familiar with or already are familiar with. The number of variables that can create love are as few as those that can create hate, but for some reason humans are more prone to hate then love. That added in with population makes love a difficult if not impossible thing to find, but hate tends to be around the corner.
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Besides a four letter word? (Literally.)
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Love is........
when that little ceramic boy puts his hand on the little ceramic girls butt.......that is love!!! |
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Love is........ when that little ceramic boy puts his hand on the little ceramic girls butt.......that is love!!! |
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Love is.........
never having to say sorry......... when you burn the meat!!! |
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because we all know that charcoal is good for the teef!!!
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Love is......... never having to say sorry......... when you burn the meat!!! I thought it was Telling that b!tch to stop Burning the meat |
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because we all know that charcoal is good for the teef!!! |
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Love is......... never having to say sorry......... when you burn the meat!!! I thought it was Telling that b!tch to stop Burning the meat |
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No rules in love
Or in war ... someone told me that |
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No rules in love Or in war ... someone told me that |
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No rules in love Or in war ... someone told me that |
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