Immortals

Immortals

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Love. Love is the worst and best thing anyone can feel. I've died so many times but I've died in love. Everyone feels it. Weather they choose to believe it or not. No one can change what you feel. Nor can you. Death can make you feel so many things , you might confess your love , or you might not know you love that person when their gone , but love can make you make promises you might not be able to keep. So why do we chose to love ? Well it's simple. We don't
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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.

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