Love is a terrible thing.
It draws you in with its promises,
soon to be left empty.
It whispers sweet things in your ear,
soon to be found as lies.
It caresses your very being,
yet leaves when you need it most.
Love is not good,
Or nice,
Or some amazing thing.
Love is hell,
So protect yourself.
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RandomLove is a terrible thing. It draws you in with its promises, soon to be left empty. It whispers sweet things in your ear, soon to be found as lies. It caresses your very being, yet leaves when you need it most. Love is not good, Or nice, Or som...
