I have come to find that love is anything but a fairytale. It is pain and suffering and anger and hate and everything you would never want all combined into one sip of poison. Hurting the person you love though, that's worse, it's like sticking yourself in the heart with a thousand pins. It hurts more when you have no other choice, its either hurt them or lose yourself and them. So love is pain, but sometimes it is such a beautiful pain that theres nothing you can do but fall and fall until you're standing at the bottom of a hole you dug yourself into with no way out. Then theres the inherent need for only their help and you become dependent on their presence and you begin to forget that you can survive on your own, and then slowly the thought of them leaving leaves you shaking and afraid that if they did youd just die. But you will always be able to survive on your own, whether your brain has forgotten it or not.
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The Faults of Life
RastgeleJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
