Screw Love
All it does is cause
You excruciating pain
It’s like when you slit
Your wrist and you popped a vein,
It’s like you’re on the surface of
Life or death
It’s like sometimes we ask ourselves
To be deaf so that
We never hear the non-meaningful
Word I love you or I hate you
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