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What Is Love

What is love, What is love I'm trying to figure out this thing that they call love. I know it's not in my refrigerator, the last time I checked it was only ice cubes in it. I heard my girl mention something about love last night when she was with me, but today I seen her around the corner with this other guy so I guess they are trying to figure out this thing that they call love also. I heard my mother managing to say between the blows of my father, that she still loved the chump. And when I did something bad my mother beat me terribly and said, son I only do this because I love you, and as I think about it I'm starting not to like this thing that they call love. But I hear that theres some good love, some true love and some real love, but how do I find it, and as I stand in this long line looking for it, I'm sure they are going to run out, and if they do I am going to stay in this line because I hear they are giving out hate next and I want to be the first one to get it SIGNED The abused child

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Date: 4/30/2009 2:08:00 PM
Most people don't realize that angry adults or people that abuse others were abused as children. It's not meant to be an excuse; but it's a reminder to everyone of how the world would be if someone isn't brave enough, with God's help, to stop the cycle. Once again, brilliant poem about a voice that hardly gets heard of until they themselves become the abuser.
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