Note to myself
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Última publicación jue, may 20, 2021
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.
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