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Aug 2015
I first asked why there is so much pain in being in love? but after a while my soul started to crave them. And then I romanticised my pain; to the point where I deemed it a necessary ingredient to any great love. There is an art in bleeding, wound to wound, death to death, and from you to him.
To, Christian. J.S.L
JSL
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JSL  26/M/Melbourne
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