Many a time love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss,
and ends with a teardrop. It’s sad to see love fade into the mists of lust,
dreams being shattered and mingling with the dirt on the ground.
You wish you never fell in love at all. You wish you were never ever born.
Perhaps death throes would be more pleasurable than the agonies
of a love gone and dead.
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