There are reasons to love, but more reasons to hate. The word pain gives you comfort. The word hurt inspires you, but not in a good way. Your sick. Your soul is cold and black. Your heart is careless and empty. And now...now is where you realize you were in-love.
Copyright © Danyel Lara | Year Posted 2012
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