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What is love? -
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But the pain of loving you cuts too deep, ripping my life and soul apart and cleaving my atrial chamber in two. You are beyond my help, even though the thought destroys me.
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The peripheries of my vision closed into a blurred circle, the area outside the edges impossibly invisible. The center subject fueled my thirst and spurred me forward.
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I tend to evaluate my life decisions in long car trips. Tonight was no different, one single burden briefly illuminated by the alternating glow of street lights.
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There was nothing impending that could tether us to the ground, and we had grown so tired of the monotony of life, the horribly overpowering stream we had fallen into.