I think out loud to myself. "What is life about?" I whisper it softly, my voice is poisoned by my insecurity. "Love." It eats me, this repulsive fact, I don't want it to be true. I don't want my life to revolve around something that does nothing but hurt. Oh how it hurts! It tears me apart, it beats me up, it knocks me down.
Once again, it pains me. I love you.
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