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Love is often associated with sweet sensation and by poets described as the fragile rustle of butterflies wings in your stomach, the abnormal beating of heart upon seeing your beloved, and sensation as though your chest is being constricted - so that you are unable to breathe.
What if I were to tell you that it's all a lie, it's all farce descriptions, what if I say love is poison!
That these volcanic yet captivating emotions are venom, spreading in the blood, intoxicating the sane minds!
It isn't something that you experience by getting hit due to cupid's arrow, whereas it is set in motion by snake's inveigling; the venomous game nature plays with us called love. What if I were to tell you that this vehement adoration is the rancor of love and that you shall lay down your life in its wake!
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"Ugh! Again a ridiculous birthday party, when will dad spare me."