In Love we can’t choose
In Love we must lose
I’m free to love
Yet am I free?
When I receive love that is given so free,
How free is the love that I give to thee?
My heart is my own
I do not own it
I am paying dearly for it
Every day
No choice
- Byron
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No choice
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.