If love was a person, he’d be one sick twisted guy.
He would make you believe you can climb any mountain, no matter how high and would stand aside and watch you crawl your way up.
Once at the top, he’d laugh once you claim victory and believe that you’ve got it all.
Then slowly he creeps over and pushes you over the edge, screaming: hey little girl! Just enjoy the freaking fall!
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