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Selasa, 24 Januari 2012

What is love?

What is love? It's something like a bull shit, fuckyeah! 
But realize or not, the meaning of love is never be same. I think it depends on where you get and find it. 
If you say love is bad because of a traumatic, like your boyfriend has another girl, or your boyfriend maltreated you,  it's not love fault, it's yours. You choose your love, but you choose one that wrong. You're afraid of love, you're faggot. 
You love smoking too much, you love sex, you love drugs, you love to be free and to feel good in your own wrong way, you love to kill yourself. You're just blind and too much foolish. In fact, there is always love even though in the wrong way. 
If you want to find the purest love, please go to the maternity hospital!

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