"What is love to you?" I asked.
"A ghost." She said.
"Why do you say that?" I asked again.
"It's a ghost because it doesn't exist."

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Thoughts In A Sad Persons Mind
ПоэзияThoughts when I'm depressed. Expect a lot. Because I'm always depressed. Technically it's poetry.
What Is Love
"What is love to you?" I asked.
"A ghost." She said.
"Why do you say that?" I asked again.
"It's a ghost because it doesn't exist."