Why is it that the more you do for the ones you love, the worse they treat you?
Why is it that we only take advantage and take for granted our loved ones?
Why do we speak well with everyone else, but only with anger and hatred with our loved ones?
Why can some people inspire; other people, change in the world; and others not?
Why do we run to help outsiders, and yet do very little for our own...?
Why do we only hear what we want to hear? See what we want to see?
Why is it so important for the person we love to love us back? Isn't it enough that we're capable of love at all?
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