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  • Love is a sleepless night,
    It is staying up reliving memories,
    Holding on to each other until the sun comes up,
    It is staying up drowning in worries.

    Love is being proud and mad,
    It is non-sense and chaos,
    It erases our biggest and dirtiest flaws.
    It is fighting a feeling of guilt you never had.

    Love is a witness of one's existence.
    It is existing in conversations, in questions,
    A path of chained and distilled topics,
    It's irrational, leaves you bare foot on the ground,
    Feeling sea-sick.

    Love is the root of "worry",
    It makes you wonder if you were ever loved,
    It makes you wonder who loves,
    What love could do, how it could be.
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