What is love, may I ask?
Personally I think it's an infliction of the mind.
I mean what's the point of it all?
Do we get a prize in the end if we fall in love?
Because I don't know what's the point of love, I have no reason to love.
Maybe one day I will but until then, I'm unhappy people might say.
But I'm not actually "unhappy ", unless then i wouldn't feel the way I do.
Which is uncertain and unclear of what is next.
I don't like that, not one bit.
But back to the difference of "unhappiness " and "happiness ". I mean aren't all emotions just made up in our heads
Everything is an infliction of the
mind.
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People Are Poison
PoetryJust wanting to be artistic and artsy I guess, I just write when I'm bored, it's just my thoughts.
