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Truth

You act as though love is an epidemic, a sickness sweeping the nation. Something that needs to be forbidden, something that requires a paramedic, but love is not a disease. It's the complete opposite. It helps us see and breathe, and know how to need. It fulfils our dreams and lets us sleep knowing we're not alone, and that we're not made of sticks and stones.
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Published
May 13, 2015
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I hardly believe this myself

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#love#truth#disease#sticksandstones
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