Love?

What is this thing they call me?
Is it that thing that is supposed to last forever,
but rarely does?
Or that feeling you feel when find someone you cant live without?
Keeps those butterflies in your stomach.
Or is it just a myth?
A suppressed memory of the heartbroken.
Either way to me.
Love is just a stranger.





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