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I need to know about something i'll never have.. What is love..
I ask because I wasn’t put on this earth to be loved or to feel happiness
You see in my life where kids my age spent nights at the dinner table with family recounting the day’s events
I spent mine alone in my room crying for a mother and a brother I will never see again
Leavening notes on their beds like “mom come home I miss you” or “take care of mom Neil where ever you are” but they never came back….
To young to fully understanding the gravity of the situation
Until one day I worked up the courage and
I asked my father what happen to my Mother and Brother
You see while others learned of hugs and kisses fond memories and wishes
I learned of loss and death shattered dreams and tear stained pillows
So I ask you what is love….