To be in love is to be temporarily insane.
Nothing can overrule the pursuit of your desired target, when you're in love.
When you're in love, it changes everything — overshadows any grasp on reality or rationality.
It can fill you up with bliss and euphoria, of outer-worldly cosmic proportions.
Make you cheat, lie, steal and stab — leave you aimless and chaotic in the dark — like a blind toddler.
Otherwise reasonable people has jumped off of bridges — even taking others lives — drenched in unrequited love.
If you're relentless enough to let it claw at your soul — It will chew you up, spit you out and watch you die.
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I Only kill myself In Small Amounts
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