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Humanity real love was never painted with only bright colours
real love cuts deep and sits with maggots
just as easily as kings
hapilly teeters
between boredom and rage
the highest peaks of extasy
the deepest vally of pain,
forgiving as begrudging
vengant as laxed
why the hell
do you think its never figured out?
real love the soul changing kind
(for the good or bad)
one thing is not even for sure
but everybody seems to think
its real if it lasts
jokes on them
because it just changes form.
what you truly love
you truly hate
dumb fucks
it always lasts
even when you wish it was dead.
