Love

is a tyrant. I don’t know
how to love him and I don’t
know how to hate him. What
is love but a curse for the
body. I don’t know, and it 
is not my place to know. What
is love but a tyrant, and I
don’t know what else to say
except that it was never my
place to tell another person
what love is. Tell me I’m
wrong. Tell me lots of things
but don’t tell me that I don’t
know what love is.

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