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Thoughts

  • DT
  • Jul 28, 2017
  • 1 min read

In my mind though, I can’t help but repeat the phrase “Just wait, he will leave, nobody will truly love you,” Someone told me that, love doesn’t exist. Love is just an illusion of pain. This is true, but love is a drug, this drug that you are addicted to but slowly kills you. But love, love is also full of joy, full of memories, and full of beautiful stories.

 
 
 

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