Love is just a game to people.
They mess with your heart, dance around and when they get tired they pull the strings and your
heart collapses under the pressure. Eventually you stitch up your heart and you put up walls.
The more you get your heart broken the thicker the walls get. I once believed that the one to
break down the walls is the one to stick with but common that's bullshit. I let someone in and
he broke down all my walls and then stabbed me in the back got what he wanted and left me.
They say that you can trust them with there love and that they wont hurt you but they do in the
end they always do.
Love, is an illusion.
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