Is there such a thing as love?
Or is there a different meaning?
Is it really a true passion or is it just a saying?
Why do they define love, as a deep, tender feeling for someone?
It's not the truth.
Love is like a pure hatred stabbing you like a million knives all at once.
When you find the one person you care about,
The one person you trust,
Then everything goes so wrong.
You lose the one person you love.
The one person you can't live without.
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