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[erik_the_pirate]

I'm convinced that love is dead. I wonder whether it was ever even alive to begin with, or was it all just a figment of the imagination? It's not a concrete object, and to prove its existence isn't possible. It's a state we force ourselves to believe is there. Funny how an intangible thing can produce such happiness, yet also be the sole factor of so much pain.

This ended up being much deeper and full of shit than I had intended. I should have stopped at, "love is dead." I have never known when to stop though.