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Ok, some revision:
Yes, alright, it hurts because I feel too much, I've chosen to love. But that makes me happy in a sad way, I wouldn't have it any other way. Love has no point unless you choose to love despite whatever pain may come. I'm not talking about romantic love here, I don't think that's very real. I'm talking about the love we are barely capable of, the love that is only poured through us to other people.
I'm melodramatic, I know. I don't have much cause or right to be depressed in the big scheme of things. I can't help it.
Yes, alright, it hurts because I feel too much, I've chosen to love. But that makes me happy in a sad way, I wouldn't have it any other way. Love has no point unless you choose to love despite whatever pain may come. I'm not talking about romantic love here, I don't think that's very real. I'm talking about the love we are barely capable of, the love that is only poured through us to other people.
I'm melodramatic, I know. I don't have much cause or right to be depressed in the big scheme of things. I can't help it.