Love. The ever fatal illusion that drives us to insanity.
The myth that we fight so hard to make a reality.
The poison fruit we are so eager to die from.
After it blurs our vision and makes us sound dumb.
Love is the cruel curse that Cupid shoots straight through your heart.
The poison arrow stuck there for every one but you to see.
Made of enchanted wood you can't just break apart.
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