Love is a slow and painful death.
When you're hurt love poisons the
Heart and makes it agonizingly
I loved you once,
I hate you now.
I don't know what to feel.
The pain in my heart hurts.
I want the pain to stop,
Just to stop.
Love blinds us all to the point where everything
Is uncertain.
Death is certain and will one day
Come and take us away. And will make angels out of us
And take away the pain and hurt we have ever felt.
Red roses are for love,
Black roses are for death,
Death is a beautiful thing.

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