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How I Love You

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By Muzica-chan   |   Watch
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Published: October 12, 2011
How much love
Can one life contain?
How many affections
Can one soul maintain?
How much break
Can one heart sustain?
How many loses
Before nothing remains?

I am at ropes end
With a voice chanting
TRAITOR
Singing in the back of my head

How much hatred
Can one world contain?
How many hurtful words
Can one mind retain?
How much violence
Can one warrior abstain?
How many mistakes
Before I go insane?

I am up in arms
With a voice hissing
LIAR
Whispering to cause me harm

How much harm
Can one life contain?
How many mistakes
Can one accept the blame?
How much cruelty
Can one soul maintain?
How many accidents
Before you become numb to the pain?

I am buried in guilt
With a voice murmuring
TRAITOR
Urging me eagerly to just quit

How many laws
Can we put on love?
How many times
Must we put on the gloves?
How many sins
Can we commit against those above?
How many pains
Will we suffer, before they decide it is enough?
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© 2011 - 2019 Muzica-chan
Eh, not a fan of this piece. I reached a point, but not the one I wanted to. Feeling frustrated and pensive, but that is nothing new for me.
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MelancholicDripsStudent General Artist
I think it's a gorgeous poem. Lots of thought and meaning behind it... and everyone can link to it, depending on what's going on in their lives. :):tighthug:
I'm baaackkk!~~ :D
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Thanks. I am glad that you like it. ^^ :hug:
:tighthug: Welcome back =D
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MelancholicDripsStudent General Artist
I love it! :D Thankyouuu:tighthug:
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Sweet-Melody21Hobbyist General Artist
Accept yourself for who you are and don't let anyone do anything to make you think different. Love yourself and your whole identity; so what if you're different? That's what makes you... you. You are a unique person and different to each person that you meet--so what if they think you're weird or strange, you are who you are and nothing should change the way you think about yourself.

That's what I do, just tell myself whenever I'm not feeling the best: "So what if people don't like me for who I am? I am a wonderful person with a great personality! If they can't handle it, then it's their problem, not mine."

Sorry for the long-ass rant, friend. I tend to get this way whenever someone isn't feeling too high and mighty about themselves.
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The problem is, is I am not different. I lack an identity because I fit in so flawlessly, the wall flower to be forgotten. I am happy with that, but I feel so conflicted, because they keep trying to change that, and I feel like I should go along with it, but I am not sure if I even want it...

xD Unfortunately, I know I don't have a great personality, you need only read some of my other works to see that. :hug: Thank you though. Your words are very encouraging, and I shall try to remember that.

Rant away. It is nice to meet someone that is passionate about being compassionate.

Thank you for the :+fav: by the way.
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Sweet-Melody21Hobbyist General Artist
Ahaha, well, I tried at least. And like I said, don't let anyone change who you are! You are the best you that there possibly is--no one can change or imitate that at all. X3

You're welcome, my friend! Very much welcome~ :huggles:

Yaaaay, I love being compassionate and ranting. :XD:

No problem, man. My pleasure!
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I love that. "You are the best you there possible is." :hug: Thank you.

xD
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Sweet-Melody21Hobbyist General Artist
You're Welcome~ My mom told me that a million times whenever I got down about myself. >w< :hug:

What can I say? I love to rant about things I'm passionate about when I get the chance to. XD
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Masuyomi Artist
One of your best ones, I think. 8D
Muzica-chan's avatar
I think I relied too heavily on rhymes, but thank you. :)
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TheSandHutStudent Traditional Artist
D: so many rhymes i cannot comprehend the awesomeness :D!
although here:
How many accidents
Before you being numb to the pain?
I think you should change being to become because it fits a little better =3= otherwise its perfect
Muzica-chan's avatar
xD Thank you.
Yeah, I screwed that up. I failed to proof read before posting. :P
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HinfallendHobbyist Writer
Intelligent reply shall come when I'm not braindead :|

Until then, accept this lame ass comment.
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Well, then I awake your reply, mon ami. :P

:hug: With happiness. xDD
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HinfallendHobbyist Writer
Finally back :D dA has been a bitch to me lately and wouldn't let me reply to anyone :(

Seriously love how this one flows. Even though it is complete and total emoness wrapped in bleeding hearts with a sparkly, purple bow on top, it's still pretty and well written. I always want to put background music to your poetry for some reason :XD:
Muzica-chan's avatar
dA is a bitch to you D:

I don't like this one, actually. xDD What sort of background music do you have in mind for it?
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HinfallendHobbyist Writer
I know :ohnoes:

IDK, I just know that it needs music~
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Silver-Song-ShifterHobbyist Writer
It sounds like you need to hear some helpful words. Here. I am who I am. That's what I say when I need to cheer up.
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Surprisingly, despite the tone of this, I'm not too down on myself. It is more frustration than lack of cheer. Thank you though. I do try to remind myself of that. ^^
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