Connivence your mind.
I know that nothing will ever be the same. I know that I wont love. Because love is a lie. Love doesn’t truly exist, it really only is a figment of our imaginations. It is a crutch in a cold harsh world that we create in hopes that reality will be a little less cruel with someone to hold. We create such fantasies because it is easier to imagine that someone is out there for you, then to know your alone. We create such pretentious pretend games because at the end of the day no one wants to think about spending their lives with out someone there to hold. Then we wonder why it hurts so bad when everything crumbles. When all the lies that you have built up in your head unravel, and all your left with is a nothing, but a mess. The truth is love only exists in the hearts of those who play pretend, and at any moment it can stop. Being in-love is not real. It is something we connivence our minds of. -Adir
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