Love Hurts
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Love hurts, pure love's even more hurting. The love of money, the love for our father and mother, the love-of-your-life, Paradise lost, the love for our children, the love for our cats and dogs, the predatory animals, the love for toys-for-boys, for absolutely useless but fancy antique furniture and fashionable cars, the love for our Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer - it all hurts like Hell. But isn't it better to be irreversibly damaged, impaired, injured by love than never have known about the sweet magic of love at all? What is there not to love, and get burned.
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