So uh...hey it's my first story and well I've had it in mind forever. Yeh it's kinda cliché but eh. Thanks. Also it's really late and my cat is kinda in the way, don't mind the trash writing. I might regret this. So, a story by yours truly.
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love, the theme of many stories, folktales, and fairy-tales, legends, and myths. Yet, never growing old. It peeks the interest of both young and old. Never in the history of art or a subject close to that matter has there been piece that did not involve this great emotion. Love. Something so easily gained and yet so difficult all at once. To the point where when most people reach it they don't know if they even want it. Some become hopeless and let themselves get hurt because of it. Love can cause great joy and suffocating despair. One may wonder how something can be so strong.
Argue that love has nothing to do with anything and you will be bashing your head against a locked door to which you have the key to. Try to not accept it and soon enough you will break yourself but not the love. Why would you not just unlock the door and turn the knob that your fully able hands can do.
Many peek through the door and maybe stick their head in, and think "Is this all? Is this enough? " To endure the actions of love is a risk that few are willing to fully commit to. It can cost a life or maybe two. It can kill you inside out. It can lead to hatred or obsession. But it will change you, one way or another.
Love can cause you to trap yourself. Even the idea of it can cause you to find or lose.
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