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We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain
Than risk the freedom of love
Because we know what the cell feels like
Rather than the warmth of their arms
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Comments (4)
I take it this is about love reciprocated/shared. 'Cause otherwise, love is pain.
Very relatable
Omggg this is sooo true! We tend to stay with what feels familiar!
This reads like a warning!