Love is a rope.

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A rope for when you fall down the deepest, darkest cracks of life and it becomes your lifeline to everything good. When the person you share that rope with drops it and you are left alone, the golden rope tangles itself into a black noose. It slithers around your neck and ties the knot of life and death. The love-snake kills again, love conquers all for it has won once more. The noose tightens. You fight the natural urge to throw the snake from your neck, love takes your final breath from you

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