What is it about love and lovers, that we keep going back to one thing that hurt us over and over again? We keep on telling ourselves that "love is blind", yet we breaking our souls and our hearts. We busy giving it another shot yet we know history repeat itself. We wishing for everything to be just a little bit kinder and softer, Making empty promises of how one day the sun will be gentle and the pain will kiss frequent, but we know that we fooling ourselves over the word "LOVE"Tutti i diritti riservati
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