"Real love can be painful. So much that it makes the whole place so dark and cold. All your days turned into night. All summer feel like winter when she leaves and never comes back. Love never hurts but if it's real, the pains are there. All the tears fall down like leaves in autumn where there is no spring. It is painful if it is real. It does not hurt or give you pain. You will feel the pain when it is real."
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love, an abstract
Puisi"Love is weird....so weird. let me define my own love. no judgments, no criticism. just my own love"
