Love-
Love.
What a strange word.
When most people think of it, they think of pink flowers, roses, and hearts.
Candy, and spring, and happiness.
Pretty, joyful things in the world.
But when I think of love, I think of the heart-break, and pain that goes with it.
I think of the tears that fill my eyes when it's over.
I think of the mean things people say about me and the person I love.
But most of all, when I think of love, I think of you...
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Celestrie's Journal
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Well, good for you.
Now go get a life.
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