Those three words
They can be precious,
But, they can also be evil...
They can mean world...
And they also, mean nothing,
To me...
They just meant pain
I'd heard them once...
I even believed them,
But later...
I found what they really meant,
Nothing
I love you...
Those eight simple words,
But behind those word can lie the fatal words of
I hate you, you discust me, and I'll never love you
Friends...
That so I loyfully wish we were,
Intead we are only it's opposite...
The empty word of Enemies
Love...
The four letters that make us and break us...
And in the making somewhere in the binding,
There is only lies
Large, fatal, empty lies
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