| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | the sound of my heart beating as a knife goes through |
Love.. it's never what it seems. It's a curse. I'm not even sure if there is such a thing anymore. People strive to have it, going through lover after lover, testing them out like they were buying a new car until they find the best one in the lot. They say it's love, and because the people both believe it, that makes it true right? They don't see the pain it causes them. It's like a spell. Craving to be near that one person, giving anything just to be with them, making them your world. It's nothing more than an illusion. A sugar coated lie. But the spell wears off, the sweet lie turns into the sour truth. You cheat, you lie, you go behind one anothers back because you don't crave the persons touch anymore. they aren't your world anymore. The spell has gone as quickly as it came. It gives you the power to lust over other people. Strangers. And you want them. Because you know you can't have them. And in reality, what you can't have makes you want it even more. Love is something that was created to ruin us all.
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