Poetry is unique, and true love is too.
Nothing compares to what I feel for you.
And when I feel down, out, cold, and blue,
I will remember you and my love, so true.
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Poetry.
Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.