Love is pain.
it cuts through human flesh,
hollowing the body out,
leaving nothing but an empty shell.
It’s like the Grim Reaper,
taking your life away without consent or warning.
It drains you of every drop of blood dwelling in your body.
It’s good for awhile, but you always get screwed in the end.
So, tell me, darling.
Do you like to hurt?
I know that I do.
Let’s hurt each other.
If love is pain, I am a massachist.
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