I remember what happened after I lost my love, my life of dark winter without passion or depth fizzled out drifting me in black mood.

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I remember what happened after I lost my love, my life of dark winter without passion or depth fizzled out drifting me in black mood.
I need respect, more than love.
My split morality. I guess I feel love and violence in me.
Love and hate are honest feelings that life demands in her own voice and power.
A desire to protect is love.
You were in love with love, but not me.
How brave I think you are to be in love.
To be free and easy is beautiful, I have a supreme belief in love and in life.
I want to show you what love is.
Isn't it beautiful? I love living slightly more on an ordinary morning.