when you think of love you think family
and friends but when i think of love
i think of heart break because
i no what its like to have your heart ripped out of your chest cut into a thousand peices have them be cut into a million have hot acid be poured on it be raped in barbwire stabe with nails taped back together
and jammed back ito your chest by a hammer and have that reapeated over and over agin so tell me is it worth it to live a life of pain for a silly little thing called love emo
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