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She never wrote about love,
for it's hard to write about something never found.
When you write about everything but, word starts to get around.
Without love, she's emotionless.
Stale and Bitterness with broken happiness.
Don't get me wrong, She's tried before.
But her unfinished work ends up crumbled on the floor.
Why bother wasting the paper, when she'll think upon it
and just throw it away later.