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The sempiternal comes for us all, loves us as one.



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Why is it that when you love and are loved, all things have an almost pretentious amount of meaning and every instance of turbulance or strife can be conquered valiantly as long as he or she is by your side; a flower smells sweeter when you wish to pick it for him or her and a taste is more decadent when he or she has created it for you, but when you no longer love and are not loved, the world settles in a dull and drone monochrome of any color and you are neither breathing nor being, touching nor feeling or readied with the excitement of knowing that are able to live another day?


What is the sorcery that love creates for us, but takes away when it is no longer present between all parties?




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