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Jun 2014
This thing, so called "love," brings out the best and the worst of us.
Blindly obsessing over something we know so little of,
we die desperately trying to find it.
But that's where were at fault; it is not something you can find.
It is something you have to patiently be blessed with.
But who are we kidding, love will make you do unspeakable things,
and no one is that patient.
Written by
Shayna  lost vegas
(lost vegas)   
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