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This isn't a poem of rhymes and games, Oh no. I'm here to tell you that Love isn't something that hurts. Your mind believes all the lies you constantly tell it, The wishes that create problems that, Guess what?! Were never there to begin with. Just embrace the fact that you're in Love. Nobody falls "in" and "out" of Love. It's not a substance. It's not the catalyst to living a "Happy life". I feel like people are constantly Corrupting what Love is. You don't describe a word, With more words. **It is, What it is.** Don't try to make it something it's not. Don't try to make it personal. Don't try to define it. Don't try to possess it. Just... STOP. /breath I'm not here To tell you a poem of rhymes and games. I'm here to tell you that Love doesn't hurt. It never will. Never should. Ever. Should you think otherwise, Just look back at the person, Place, Or thing, That you associated yourself to loving. Think back. Take a breath. Breathe.
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Just Shut the **** Up.
This isn't a poem of rhymes and games, Oh no. I'm here to tell you that Love isn't something that hurts. Your mind believes all the lies you constantly tell it, The wishes that create problems that, Guess what?! Were never there to begin with. Just embrace the fact that you're in Love. Nobody falls "in" and "out" of Love. It's not a substance. It's not the catalyst to living a "Happy life". I feel like people are constantly Corrupting what Love is. You don't describe a word, With more words. **It is, What it is.** Don't try to make it something it's not. Don't try to make it personal. Don't try to define it. Don't try to possess it. Just... STOP. /breath I'm not here To tell you a poem of rhymes and games. I'm here to tell you that Love doesn't hurt. It never will. Never should. Ever. Should you think otherwise, Just look back at the person, Place, Or thing, That you associated yourself to loving. Think back. Take a breath. Breathe.
People are laughing stocks. I just want to set them on fire sometimes and watch them burn to ashes.
floral-sillage
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
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