xxv. ballad of a broken heart

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Love is strange like storm on a hot day. It is as risky as walking on a train path. It's like dancing through the rythm of hearts, lost in a maze of unending flames and this is what it feels like, rainbow turning into dust- swallowing the lovely death with the wounds that someone left. Love is beautiful and sometimes, painful.

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