Love. The one thing that many Humans crave. One of the many things that I don't understand. For most things I don't understand I research until I do: Depression, Anxiety, Panic attacks, PTSD, Schizophrenia, and many more.
Yet love isn't something you can research and completely understand (although I suppose that goes along with everything I've ever researched.
I know what love isn't, and yet that should help me define what love is. Right?
It's not that I need to know or understand love now. It's just something that I think about.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
