Love
Love is a black hole. It sucks you in, pulling you away from normality and casting you off into bitter darkness. It consumes you, spitting you out only when it feels ready to release its death grip. And yet, it is disguised as a happiness, as pure bliss. As the very beat to a dying heart. It is a lesson yet to be learned by its victims.
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