You do. All the time. It makes me fucking sick. Stop looking at me. Just stop. Because I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Good riddance. Have a nice life.
- SHE BELIEVED.
Love is like a chemical. It's made up of different things. Which is why love itself is so damn complicated. It kills you in some way. It's poisonous. I'm sorry to say, but that's the truth. If you can't fight back love alone, then I'm sorry to say, but you've just, or are going to ruin your life. Be strong, when you're facing love. You need to gather up as much strength as possible, because sometimes when the world comes down, love is the only thing left you can hold on to, and nothing else. Fight it, like you mean it. Think the way love itself does. Don't let it manipulate you. Don't let it make you go insane. Otherwise you might end up in a hospital bed. Yes, I've said it. Because like I said before, love is a dangerous thing to play around with.
Rafael.
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