Aftermath.

We are like War.
And to love is to be destroyed.
We don't have a reason, just the will.
Nothing can heal the pain;
that comes from the other.
We collide, and it's like heaven.
But how is heaven possible,
if you only let yourself see
the hell that lives within another person?
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