The sad thing about love is, It hurts and we always think that it isn't
-A sweet lie.
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Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
A sweet lie
The sad thing about love is, It hurts and we always think that it isn't
-A sweet lie.