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Love sickness

Leituras 731
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Leituras 731
Votos 119
Capítulos 21
Tempo 2h 4m

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Every year there's a big test well I wouldn't call it a test more like a cheek up, every doctor comes to see if your sick. Not sick with a cold, but sick like in love.
    Why do we love people? Why do we fall in love? Why would we fall in love if there's a 50/50 chance of not being loved back? Well the answer is because it's the way we live, the way we survive, but what if that was all taken away from us?
     We couldn't love, like, anything, we had to hide our feelings inside us no matter how hard it was. Well that's like the world today, no love, it's banned if you love you get sent away to I don't know where. We walked past each other not able to love, not able to like, just smile and wave.

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This Is War, de PaperBagBoi_

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