Love
is suffering,
crying,
joy,
smile.
Love
is happiness,
sadness
and torment.
You
don't love with your heart you love with the soul that soaks up of
history,
you
don't love if you don't suffer and you don't love if you're not
afraid.
But
when you love live,
maybe
bad, maybe well,
but
live.
Then
die when you stop loving,
disappear
when you're not loved anymore.
If
love hurts you,
care
your scars and believe it,
you're
alive.
Because
you live for those you love and for those who love.
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