Love is something to die for.
Love is our salvation against all those who would strip us of our happiness.
We want to share it, SHOUT IT AND TELL EVERYONE.
WE NEED IT, CRAVE IT, RAGE FOR IT.
In the end, our fear triumphs.
The love is gone.
Only regret remains, with a sinister grin.
Shes gone.
In a world so cruel that we would neglect ourselves.
And stop ourselves from our own salvation.
It all could've been prevented with a simple confession.
Rejection would have been better.
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