Never got it when they fought
Their love wasn’t even the last thing they thought
Being little, I thought love could save relations
I believed it could provide places
To the people departing out of gazes
Little by little, I see the bigger picture
Not ego, not anger, not unsolvable stances
Love gets chosen after all
Love for the responsibility of ones own self
Everyone is trying to take care of their fragile selves
It’s the choice made, the gulp of poison taken
It’s the chances jumped into, it’s the very soul directing each through.
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