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LOVE IS DEAD

Love is dead, again.

Love is dead, and everyone’s gone mad.


Hate has risen;
Love has fallen;
Hate killed love

Poem By Jazalyn


 

Love is dead but roses are still blooming. Perhaps death does not mean the end. Perhaps it means rebirth.

It’s up to you whether you want to bloom, or stay dead. Reborn until the day you die.