My Valentine's day is absolutely FUCKED UP, and it's not OK. I have- no I don't have hope. I have nothing left. Almost nothing left. LOVE. Love is all I have left, but no one seems to understand. It feels lonely.
LONELY.
It's not the matter of patience. It's not about that. You can have no patience, but you have love. It is the last thing that keeps me going. Literary.
This is the most miserable day.
I know It's the most miserable day for him too.
We live in our misery for what?
LOVE.....
the feeling.....
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