What would you do if you had one day to live? Would you love the life you dared to live? Or live the life you dared to love? See there is this crucial difference between the two that I would have never understood until I experienced them both. Both in a bitter yet sweet instance. See love is a funny thing. Love is like having nothing but one choice and you choose to believe there is ever two. Love is that taunting spirit of rage that lifts you off your feet and buries you deeper than you first stood. See love? Love is like alcohol. You look for love when you feel unwanted. See, it eases your loneliness until that burning after clap hits. And then you are all alone again. Lonelier than you have ever been. Your heart has lost all its hope in your idea of "Love". See, I've been down that "love" road before. She thought me what love really is. Cause the woman I loved, the woman I craved, was the woman who took me to my grave.
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The Soul Speaks
PuisiCollection of deep thoughts and feelings that will piece your soul together.