define Love
It's like every other emotion is just an imitation of that feeling,
No moment could incite such feelings...
of endless bliss
and hopelessness through your very core
It is all just poor representations of the real thing.
You never knew misery,
You never knew sadness,
You never knew want,
You never knew joy or disappointment;
A lifetime of schooling could have never prepared you for it.
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