Love is the 'holy grail' that all people seek at some point in their lives.
I have a theory about a specific type of love.
If the type of love that you find,is the type that gives you wings,then run away from it.
The higher you fly, the harder the fall.For humans are never meant to fly.
If we were we would have had wings. And when we do get such wings,it is never meant to last long.
And anything that makes you more or less of a human, can be seen as sheirk.
And should never be entertained.
To All the People We Grew Old With
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