THE MEANING OF LOVE WHAT IS IT REALLY? TO ME IT IS PAIN SORROW HURT LIES DESEAT STRESS AND ALOT OF TEARS WHY DO WE GO THREW IT? OVER OVER AND OVER AGAIN? ONLY TO GET HURT AGAIN! THERE IS NO END INSIGHT THERE IS ONLY PAIN THERE IS ONLY A VOID WERE A HEART SHOULD BE THE(LOVE)THAT MAKES YOU BLEED FROM EVER PORE WISH YOU WERE DEAD WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN BUT THEN WE DO IT OVER AGAIN DON'T WE I WISH THAT I WAS STRONGER THEN I COULD TELL LOVE TO GO TO HELL I DON'T WANT IT OR NEED IT SO THIS IS MY MEANING LOVE FUCKING SUCKS
Reason for writing:
JUST CAME TO MY MIND
Birth sign: Aries
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