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love is the scariest part of life there is no philosophy behind love just like there is no philosophy behind the meaning of life leaving a missing puzzle piece for subjects to discover what comes out of love is frightening and what one puts into love is even more love makes people desire, dream and long like never before and live as if they were dying love is unexpected and obscure when you look it straight in the eye, it looks back at you without a flinch showing power, showing fearlessness it can be destructive and messy hopeless and obscene or it can be a deep abyss of passion of lost and hearing that the the stomach is nauseated by the truth is. no human being fully knows what love is its properties are unknown for a reason it leaves surprises and unexpected turns and revives life from the overwhelming mundane. and those who have the privilege of love of seeing love of believing love are the only ones who are real.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
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love is the scariest part of life there is no philosophy behind love just like there is no philosophy behind the meaning of life leaving a missing puzzle piece for subjects to discover what comes out of love is frightening and what one puts into love is even more love makes people desire, dream and long like never before and live as if they were dying love is unexpected and obscure when you look it straight in the eye, it looks back at you without a flinch showing power, showing fearlessness it can be destructive and messy hopeless and obscene or it can be a deep abyss of passion of lost and hearing that the the stomach is nauseated by the truth is. no human being fully knows what love is its properties are unknown for a reason it leaves surprises and unexpected turns and revives life from the overwhelming mundane. and those who have the privilege of love of seeing love of believing love are the only ones who are real.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
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