We dream of it.
We pray for it.
We wish for it.
We play with it.
We mess with it.
We live for it.
We die for it.
We search for it.
We thrive for it.
We are always looking for it.
We see it.
We love it.
We want it.
We need it.
We thirst for it.
We hunger for it.
We share it.
We envy it.
We become crazy for it.
We are it.
We just don't know it.
Its
LOVE.
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