Love Means Sacrifice
A rancid smell that keeps you coming
Love means sacrifice
Love requires you to give up and give in
Love offers you a challenge that you can never shy away from.
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The repetition rouses you from your sleep
The repetition requires you to stop and think
The repetition never ends.
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Love is present in everything but romance is dead
Love is the call that pushes you forward
Love is under the surface.
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The sound never ends
The sound that keeps you up at night
The sound is the only thing that matters.
Love keeps us going when the nappies are full and never lets us go.
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Ben Shelley
Someone who has no idea about where their place is in this world, yet for the love of content, must continue writing.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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