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What real love left is just a lie
For pumped through your veins is a drug that will see your demise
Lie to love you and hurt to please you
But in the end you will find that
The seemingly broken shell you use and abuse
Will rise to take back what is its…
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this piece of lovely poetry was written by my friend Tristan
slightly edited by me

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Love is an idealism of how we feel which sooner or later will brought us into vanity
Whether it’s just bumps in your life or a metafore of time which constraint our maturity
But maybe it’s our breath
One thing that we need to stay alive whether you like it or not
Although you have to cry, beg, …
You have to live with it
… and you have to survive …

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be unplanned _be alive
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i agree
but i have to say not everyone needs love to live, well not as an attracted relationship anyway
but truly i have to give the credit to my friend tristan, he wrote most of it but it was just too bad he doesnt com on DA
thank you for the fave ^^

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~Rraven~
The worse critics are ourselves

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