Love is pure
Love is clear
Love is kind
No!
Love is sneaky
Love is talking behind your back
Love is plotting for your demise
It makes you fall for the wrong people
It makes you feel pain you never felt
It makes you become someone you didn't want to be.
Is it really love?
Or is it the blind trust in a feeling you don't really know?
It says it knows you, but changes who you are.
You're in pain
You're in love
Your love is killing you
Or it's killing the ones you love
It's not love
It's obsession
It's addiction
It kills you
And the ones you love.
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