Love is a mirage. It looks good from far, a lake in the distance. A drink for the desperate, simmering in the sunlight and making one hope for good things. Love is an illusion, a magic trick that tricks the heart that life is all romance, flowers and candy. Love fools the wise and the foolish, making a mockery of us all. Love makes the heart expand like a ballon then as a trick of fate it makes the heart burst with too much pain. Love is like a rose thats so pretty you want to have it but when you get it there are thorns that make the heart to bleed. Love, a mirage for the dying in the desert of loneliness.
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