It's on days like today that make me wonder why we suffer through love. Love, is nothing but misery. Sweet misery. They say misery loves company, and that is true. Why do we insist on being miserable? Love, we convince ourselves that love is possible. That we can allow another human being in to love us. however, how can expect someone to love us when we can't even love ourselves. So, on the subject of love, it is misery, And we love to be miserable.
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