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Note to myself

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Parti 21
Tempo 15m

LETTURE 407
Voti 17
Parti 21
Tempo 15m

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Below is a note to myself, a reminder. 

Love is ugly. 
Love is a pain.
Love is unbearable.
Love is unconditional.
Love is betrayal.
Love is just a lie with a beautiful present wrap.

I have fallen in a very short time and hopefully, the scar won't be too deep because I think I have fallen deeper than I should.Tutti i diritti riservati

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Potent Amour

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.