Love is what you want it to be.
the intermacy, the closeness.
It's how you see it.
The way you react when it's given to you.
Choked by the constant closeness,
or have for you've found him.
And no strings attached,
And whether you belive it or not is up to uou.
The torture and pain,
Love is skulls and roses.
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