Love distorts our lives.
It makes everything different.
Love is like a drug.
I swear, it's a curse. It's a great feeling. But underneath, it's ugly. I am too easily afflicted. Why can't anyone be cursed for me?
Off-topic: life needs moar 'amber' scent.
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you can have all the amber scent i can give you.
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