Pain and love.
Two different things but communicate the same things.
Emotions such a thing we try to rid ourselves but we feel more and more as we numb.
I've never understood love.
Why is it considered such a beautiful thing in life when it ends in pain everytime?
Why is pain such a hateful emotion but considering you need pain to build a better love. Why?
I dont understand why certain emotions are neglected as if we do to our children. Our children's emotions are stronger then ours. Depression is a never ending cycle for them.
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