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Love

 

 

Love is like driving down the hill

In the darkest of the night with flat tires,

No single light and in the middle of nowhere

No houses to be seen and breaks not working

It will never be a smooth ride,

So many bumps, turns and curves.

It will hurt you a lot.

You will even bruise your head when you hit the wall

But you rather take that ride than not at all.

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