Love is not being able to live without someone. Love is looking at someone, seeing their flaws completely and saying 'despite all of this, I chose you.'
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
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Love is not being able to live without someone. Love is looking at someone, seeing their flaws completely and saying 'despite all of this, I chose you.'
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