Love... An uncany word for describing emotions... Is it true, or a false reality in itself... Something gained in time, appointed to by society's justifications, soon only to be torn away and forced to start again... Happiness, a one word description, a one word phrase of melancholy, a one word idea that falsifies hope... Is there one select person for us, somewhere in the distance, awaiting us and praying for out affection... But what if it was a game, playing Russian Rollute with a fully loaded gun, pulling the trigger believing you will survive... Love... Nothing more than another scar on my heart...Birth sign: Aries
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