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What's scarier than LOVE?
Is love not terrifying? What about the thrills,chills, shakes, anxiety, fear, suspense...In the beginning, does it not feel the same way as when you are watching a horror movie? When you don't know what's going to happen next...Your nerves are on edge and you're waiting for something, looking over your shoulder, tense, excited, shaking, wondering, waiting....
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... ![]() If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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love blows especially when your mind is all fucked up by your "good friends" when they are actually just useing you
the trust you put in people is gone, afraid of trusting the one you love, it bites luckely I got past all that and 2.5 years later I still love the one I did 2.5 years ago without any problems
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the act of slow piercing is a transcendent spiritual event. there is no pain just sensation you observe the body, experiencing the sensation, surrender to the experience feel the indorful lush as the surgical steel slices through |
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... ![]() If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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Yeah, love sucks. But I'm positive that I'd rather be in love than be stalked by a bloodthirsty, homicidal maniac...
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what is this "love" ?
what is this "love" you so fondly speak of? lol i wouldnt kno what love is because i have never been in love. is it the love for the new puppy you got or the love for a family member?........no..........
this "love" is stronger, a force that tells you that this is the person that you are going to spend the rest of your life with! nowadats ppl throw that word around w/ little care wehn i say it i want to mean it, and when i hear, it i want to feel it. but i have never been in love so i dont kno how it feels!
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Love can be great and love can be harsh. Simultanious giver and taker of life. Nurturer and Ruiner. Its very balanced in that it can and does go both ways. Unfortunatly it seems most of us dont find "the one" with our first love and are forced to under the harsher aspects of break ups and terminal relationships. Just dont loose faith that "the one" is out there, i almost have.
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Love is a BITCH.
We need love, we need sex. Why do the two have to be with the same person?:confused:
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... ![]() If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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Or Mesmorizer...
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... ![]() If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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