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Love?


In the eye of the beholder, love is a powerful thing. It sways you left and right. Creates a language unknown. A language that is both verbal and physical. But in the eyes of others your love may seem as a lie or a hypocrites flaw a lost cause with no true moral meaning. You know you can't control the inner part of yourself, your unconcious drives lead you to dead ends and disappointed remarks. You will forever be cursed with what you've lost and the path you chose to follow
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