Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark
i hate the way the word love is thrown around nowadays. like it's akin to ordinary everyday actions like eating.
i admit it, i was not in love with
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