i do not fear death but love, painless death does not reach me while love, always, comes with a certain, particular, pain. we're afraid of being only an unlovable beast, at least i fear to be just an animal you can't carry in your heart anymore, one day. what if the love isn't real ? what if i don't love you enough, what if i don't love you as much as i would want ? what if the love i have for you disappear ? or if your love for me didn't last, didn't last forever ? what if we love each others but at the end of the day, i'm not sure of it ? what if i love you so much it makes you sick, uncomfortable ? what if my love disgusts you, at the point you can't live with it ? what if my love fills you, at the point you can't live without it ?
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