To someone who doesn’t want your love, or doesn’t desire it any longer, it is the most useless junk in the universe. One day, your love may be the feast that fills someone’s soul. By the next morning, it can repulse them like a pile of stinking rubbish. We have absolutely no control over that transition, and once it happens, there’s no way to reverse it.
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Lies and Irony
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