You know what is strange about love?
When it seems to be almost palpabe, you would crush yourself only to reach its surface so you could really feel its magnificence. But then it drags you deeper and suffocates you;
and as you try to pull yourself away from it, you are aware that now you are nothing but your crushed self.
You are full of remorse yet you are willing to hurt yourself again because you are addicted to the taste of love.
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