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Love, a sickness,    and if you are not careful,       it will **** you in ways           you thought were impossible,                 it will **** your happiness,                    and it will eventually **** you,                        and now I understand why they say,                           don't let your happiness depend                                 on something you may lose,                                     but I think the worst part,                                        is that it will leave you numb,                                           and completely empty inside,                                             and sometimes I can't help but think,                                                   a bullet would hurt less,                                                      than this loneliness
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
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Love, a sickness,    and if you are not careful,       it will **** you in ways           you thought were impossible,                 it will **** your happiness,                    and it will eventually **** you,                        and now I understand why they say,                           don't let your happiness depend                                 on something you may lose,                                     but I think the worst part,                                        is that it will leave you numb,                                           and completely empty inside,                                             and sometimes I can't help but think,                                                   a bullet would hurt less,                                                      than this loneliness
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
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