"Love does not hurt you neither let you suffer the pains in your heart. It was not love who made you cry. It was the relationship itself. It was the person himself/herself. It could be her, it could be him, or it could be you to yourself. Love is the one who wipes away you tears when you cry, give you reasons to smile. Love is your angel."
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love, an abstract
Şiir"Love is weird....so weird. let me define my own love. no judgments, no criticism. just my own love"
