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We Are All Crazy

Love. The only feeling that is

HATE

FEAR

POWER

***

SACRIFICE

DEATH

LIFE

SADNESS

JOY

and so many others...to so many others...for so many others...

 

So why do we crave it?

Why do we blame it?

Why do we enslave it?

Why do we **** it?

Why do we steal it?

Why do we covet it?

Why do we lust for it?

How can this be love?

 

Love can be a sickness

A disease

A plague

A fog

A haze

An addiction

An affliction.

 

So why do they say it is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all?

 

Because we are all crazy. And we don't even know it.

And those of us who do are alone and can't control it.

 

I'm in love.

And I love it.

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anthony-drake
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Jun 6, 2010
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