Love.
Love.
A figment of our imagination.
We can't live with it or without it.
It gives us life, it brings us death.
It makes us feel like we're someone.
It makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
It makes us believe things we didn't before.
Love.
Simply another disease to be added to the list.
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