To love or not to love? That is the question
Whether to take a chance for a broken heart and shattered dreams
On something that you think is real and strong
Or to take the chance of receiving joy no other can bring
And to run away from it, losing a chance of bliss, or peace
No more, and to love is to hurt
Afraid of receiving a greater amount of pain that is of joy
That the soul is heir to, tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To love, to live
To love perchance to hurt. Aye theres the rub.
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Penned by my hand on the 19th of Mayan, in the year 275 AF.