What is this feeling called Love?

What is this feeling called Love?

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Chestnut, a new arrival in hell. I'm 25 years old and I won't say my real name cuz what's the point. I have always been keeping things to myself especially my real emotions cuz lately all I've been feeling is emptiness like all the trauma i went through has made me feel no emotion at all I want to have real emotions again not fake ones that i have put on for people it's really tiring. I've been on my own in hell for awhile til I came across the princess of hell she's full of happiness trying to recruit sinners for rehabilitation at her Hazbin Hotel. So I decided why not, maybe they can help me with my issues of being an emotionless monster. Let's start the journey where Chestnut begins her trip to have emotion. The name is Chestnut, I'm the new arrival in hell** I was 25**
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