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Love has no expiration date.

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It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem, the most selfish thing you can do, the coward's way out, and it doesn't really end the pain, just passes it along to someone else.

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There's a portrait of the three of you on the porch swing in front of the old house, your head on your father's left shoulder, your left hand clasped in your mother's right.

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"Are you the mother of . . ." the grim-faced cop began, and immediately I pictured my son's broken body lying in the morgue under a sheet, waiting for me to identify him.

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You admired me because I thought for myself, questioning everything I'd been raised to believe and reaching my own conclusions.

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I lie down, and sadness presses into me like a lover.

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Tell me I'm nothing to you without telling me I'm nothing to you.

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When the doors of the high school gym opened after the "Who I Am Makes a Difference" rally, one student strode out with uncharacteristic energy, her mind afire with a new sense of purpose.

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Three times today I wrote you a letter.

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My conception was no accident.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Love has no expiration date.	35
It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem, the most selfish thing you can do, the coward's way out, and it doesn't really end the pain, just passes it along to someone else.	35
There's a portrait of the three of you on the porch swing in front of the old house, your head on your father's left shoulder, your left hand clasped in your mother's right.	34
"Are you the mother of . . ." the grim-faced cop began, and immediately I pictured my son's broken body lying in the morgue under a sheet, waiting for me to identify him.	33
You admired me because I thought for myself, questioning everything I'd been raised to believe and reaching my own conclusions.	33
I lie down, and sadness presses into me like a lover.	32
Tell me I'm nothing to you without telling me I'm nothing to you.	32
When the doors of the high school gym opened after the "Who I Am Makes a Difference" rally, one student strode out with uncharacteristic energy, her mind afire with a new sense of purpose.	32
Three times today I wrote you a letter.	32
My conception was no accident.	32