love will rough you up. you've got to come to terms with that. it will have you wandering the streets like a weary stray, too defeated to lift a leg to piss. find a home in the hurt. build a fortress. remember that a few days of pain is better than a minute of some asshole's pity. never let them see you sleeping between the trash cans. lick your wounds in the dark. keep moving. keep dodging the eyes. limp on down the road.
love is a dog from hell. so are you.
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