This is the only truth: I have never loved. Never REALLY loved. There is no hole, no pain, no regrets, because I've never loved, and I'm glad. That is because it feeds my hope of a better future. It makes me wake up in the dawn, and fall a sleep at twilight. It is it, my hole, that will complete me. The one to be loved is a hole. For now I am complete on my own, because once I love there will be a hole, a hole that's created the minute I love. That hole apears inside of those who find love, because when they are put alone, with out their beloved one's, they feel uncomplete. The only one to fill them is the real and true love, that one that pierced a hole, right in between your ribs, in the middle of your body, in the middle of your soul, so that you can become a whole.
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