WE DO NOT LOVE A MAN OR WOMAN we love an idealistic picture that we paint for ourselves and lacking imagination, borrow the face of a stranger. we let ourselves ignore our lives to wallow in the beauty we've created and hope that the stranger in turn decides that they will use our face as well WE ARE ALL OUT TO MAKE OURSELVES MISERABLE eventually we tire of the picture we have and yearn to paint another masterpiece but we do not want to throw the old away so we are miserable either way , but oh do we enjoy the pity of peers who "have been there" before WE WILL REFUSE TO GIVE UP LOVE love does not exist yet it is the most powerful force on earth we will hold on to a picture with our heart for as long as it can stand it we're sure it is "THE ONE" so it is until tomorrow when we find that new blank canvas and dump our old dreams for the future
Reason for writing:
this was collected by a bunch of gibberish spoken from a bunch of broken hearts at a DEnny's at 3am
Birth sign: Virgo
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