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Disclamer: I am a horrible writer, I don’t give a shit. I will state that this is VERY EMO, even I know that and I’m typing this.

I wrote this in a very emo moment that happened just recently. To be exact, about 2 days ago. I really prefer not to be emo or to keep my emo moments to myself, but, right now, I`m doing this for god knows what reason. So here goes, my crappy emo literature:

Love.

It has now set description, and cannot be explained easily. It can be the wind caressing your face, or the sun blazing brightly down upon you, burning you if you are not careful, or ready.

It is what makes us feel. For with it, comes a multitude of emotions. Happiness, when you feel as if you are complete. Anger, at the thought of those you love being hurt in anyways. Sadness, knowing that it shall never be returned, no matter what you pay for it to happen.

Love causes a number of problems that cannot be fathomed until witnessed. I hope, that someday, if you are ever unlucky to have your heart broken, that is by a gentle person. A person who never meant to intentionally harm you in anyway. If they do break your heart, I hope they at least try to comfort you, and allow you to heal.

Because you sure as hell didn’t do that to me. But I don’t want you to ever go through what you did to me. Never.

Love it or hate it, I don’t give a shit right now. Because I’m in alot of pain right now, and this is helping me to deal with it. If you somehow read through that shit without puking your guts out, kudos to you.

If you read through it, and feel that I was emo, you’re an idiot, because I warned you 3 times that this entire piece was written by me in a very emo time.

Thoughts for the day. I’m gonna go sleep some stuff off. Later gator.