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Love is like a boxing match
They both start with a bell and ringing in your ears
Two people standing there tall infront of each other
Staring at each other, exchanging connections along the way
You know going in that there will be ups and downs
Periods where you both may need a rest and relax
Knowing inside you must contiune, not because you have to
But because you want to....
Sometimes it hurts but you endure the pain
Sometime you just stand there holding on to each other not able to move
But then there are those few times......
The ones unforeseen, the ones you never want to happen
You know better and its not with malice or intent
But somehow, just somehow someone throws a low blow
It hurts and stings and the pain is reveled in the others eyes
Once again the bell rings and then goes silent
The fight is over and now only one is left with the ring.
Everyone needs a cut-person in thier corner. Somene to stop the bleeding. You were that person for me. You weren't in the ring fighting but rather on the sides protecting... stopping the bleeding when I was hurting.
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