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Tears drop on the floor.
They're not water.
They're red.
They're blood.
Blood of what?
Blood of my past? The present? The future?!
Only time will tell...
Droplets kept falling.
And falling.
And falling.
Until they stopped coming.
What's wrong with me. I don't understand myself.
How do I love?
Why do I love? Why do we love?

..
What is..
Love?

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