Love srtings us along,
And then lets us go,
When we need it most.
Love wraps its cold, dark fingers,
Around your throte,
Slowly shutting your air supply.
Love shatters your heart,
Into millions of peices,
And lets you pick them back up.
What do you get back,
For all this endless pain?
A few breathe taking moments,
That will soon wish to be forgoten.
Now tell me
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