Humanity is sick and we are the virus.
And I want to break up with you, But sadly, you are Me.
The peaceful look on corpses reminds me life isn't a gift,
But then, who said that love and friendship are mutually exclusive?
An open letter to my lover
Love Is a drug I don't wanna OD from. The garden grows gloomy after dark.
Danger, here lies, where love dies
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