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What's the point?
Is this why they say love hurts?
Five hours later...
I've only eaten five strawberries
Six green beans
and one graham cracker--that was dinner.
My head hurts.
It feels cracked and broken.
I pop two Motrin in hopes that it will cure my heart as well.
Unfortuately everytime I think of you it hurts more.
And I can't stop.
My stomach aches.
My head pounds.
And my tears flow like rivers in spring.
I don't think I'll make it.
Death must feel better than this.
If love hurts so much.
Honestly what's the point?
