Category: LGBT
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Where love is, pain exists. The pain of being in love is lovely. For some it’s excruciating, for others it’s the most valid pain that one can take, a prize to pay for being in love. Take me for that, as an example. Love promises the most beautiful things, and we more often mistake it…
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I grieve for love, not for a broken heart. Breaking, broken…being forsaken. Love hurts, it does, it stings. It tastes sweet, lingering bitterness. It scorch, ruthless of course. I grieve, relieved. Scars excruciates, memories of yesterdays. I grieve, for love, for once I had. I bled, I shed. Tears, I beg. Darkness, have mercy, I…