Love

"Love is like walking on a bed of roses,

while you're enjoying it's scent,

you forget the cuts you've gotten yourself,

so you walked on getting cut and hurt;

while you try to grab hold of the roses,

then you finally realized that love is out of reach,

and you've fallen down the bottomless pit,

never healed,

just scarred."

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