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love

love
what a lovely word
sometimes i think about how precious it is experiencing love
since our first steps to our last breathes
love is the air that comes into our lungs to make the oxygen work
the worst thing, is that love is mostly hurtful
you suffer
you cry
and you think
you’re anxious
you hurt yourself with small but horrendous words
that feel like little knifes punching into your eyes
because that’s what love is
is a soft sequin bubble
capable of carrying your worst and best feelings
becuse love is about knowing
getting to know
and allowing to know
love is suffering, yes
but maybe it is only outside the bubble
because when you’re inside it
you know, you’re loving
 
-14 february, 10:29 pm
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