Love is that inexplicable feeling that makes you feel alive and kills you at the same time. It's honestly surprising how true the lines "loving can hurt sometimes " feel at certain instances. For sure it can be labelled as the most hurting yet beautiful pain to exist. Its that bitch which brings everyone's vulnerability, misery, nothingness out forward.
Finding love equals to having a thirst for hunting something that will eventually kill you. Making you a living dead body. There's this thing: If you want to kill yourself, fall in love and get your heart broken time and again..you die a little everyday.....When you love someone with all your heart, their presence can be felt in your bones, blood, every breath you take...you'd have to tear yourself up to let them go.
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