Love is like a storm that builds frow within, where the heart and the head collide. And sometimes no one ever wins at end, the inner struggle is too fierce to be kept abide. It is not always welcomed with open arms, some people try to avoid it at times. For no one wants to come to any type harm, though it gets them no matter how much cried. The idea of falling in love can bring alarm, you can't run away its been tried. Once caught you can't escape its charm, its grip is strong, its fingers can't be pried. So don't you go run and don't you hide, just turn around and face it all dry-eyed.
Reason for writing:
Watching people run away from the inevitable.
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