You Were Killed, I Died

You Were Killed, I Died

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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Oct 14, 2015<5 mins
When you love someone enough, watching them suffer kills you slowly. Note from the author: I originally wrote these words as song lyrics, but they seem to work as poetry, too. This poem is only a metaphor for the suffering that people go through when they have to watch a loved one go through something painful but can do nothing to stop it (like sickness, etc.).
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When pain and heartbreak affect the mind, when a man kill someone in his imagination to get some relief from pain, when he try to save and survive in this harsh world, when he hurts himself to deviate from the pain in his heart and when he lose control on his life, then no one knows where his life will go. This story deals with a person who lost everything in his life and thus he can say 'I Hate the Love'.

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