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love is kind of like a peach.
when it's good and ripe it's just so sweet and tender. it's juice satisfies a craving that only it knew existed. and at it's core holds the seed to a vastness of sweetness just like it.
but when it goes bad, it's worst thing ever.
it's ruined by black and brown bruises. it's deteriorated from the inside out, leaving a painfully empty cavity. and the only thing that fills that void is bugs and maggots.
I really like you.
it's too bad you don't feel the same way.
when it's good and ripe it's just so sweet and tender. it's juice satisfies a craving that only it knew existed. and at it's core holds the seed to a vastness of sweetness just like it.
but when it goes bad, it's worst thing ever.
it's ruined by black and brown bruises. it's deteriorated from the inside out, leaving a painfully empty cavity. and the only thing that fills that void is bugs and maggots.
I really like you.
it's too bad you don't feel the same way.