The lie of love.

In this world full of lies, the only thrush that stands is Love (?).
We don’t say I love you that much, we say I love too soon without feeling it.
We live in a world where Love is the biggest lie. We all pretend love is our real purpose in life, but we suffer when we don’t find love, when we’re in love, when we lost love, when we don’t have love, so what’s the real motif of Love if it hurts us in all the possible ways. I’m starting to believe love is not made for me, and it hurts. So I’m just destined to be in pain without being in love.
Be(in love) yourself be Bhaltair.

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