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Love Does Not Serve Hate

Love is not a prison for manipulation. Love is not a hand full of blood or a dented boot Love is not a magical being that leads you to some fantasy world where no one dies and nothing ever change, Love won’t save you from yourself Love is a gift it won’t make anything better but it feels good to know that there is someone who loves you like you deserve to be loved You have to save you from yourself Love can break us or make us Sometimes love is an illusion placed upon our eyes so the enemy can do as he pleases with us. The enemy comes in different forms Sometimes it can make you feel like you are in charge of the world And sometimes it can make you feel like your skin is the sand that cloth the earth Shameful Burdened You can’t hold on to the bad stuff you got to know that life goes on and now you get to write your own story And love is definitely not something we can use to hide from reality because, once you think you got it all figured out it bites you in the ass And in that moment that’s the closes you can come to death

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