Freedom.
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" You're not friends, you'll never be friends. You'll be in love until it kills you both, you'll fight and you'll shag. And you'll hate each other until it makes you quiver but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work it's will. Relationships aren't always easy, and relationships don't just end. The inability to show love and compassion, these are the things that tear us down."
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