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an ironic fool

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Excuse-Mee

Published: Apr 20, 2017

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I'm an ironic fool.

I'm a very high believer in not falling in love.

I know that love ends in pain.
Yes, at first, it's amazing.
But no matter the type of love,
how much you try to protect yourself from it,
who it is,
or how hard you fight for it.
Love ends in nothing but pain and disappointment.
I'm not talking just lover love either, friendship love, family love, pet love.
Love ends in pain, and it's just as simple as that.
And though I believe this.
I am utterly in love.
I guess I'm just an ironic fool.

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gridtakno

Apr 22, 2017

Love is never painful, that comes from other emotions that you share with which you love. Your heart doesn't know doubts, it doesn't know fear, it only knows trust. You inspire me to write. You inspire me to be me. And I love you for that. Not in the way that most mistakenly think of love, but nevertheless, I still love you for what you do. One day when people elevate their mindset they'll understand. Also, I hope this doesn't scare you off from being one of my friends here. Cause I would hate to lose the inspirations you give me

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