Curse of love
The curse of love and the blindness with which we follow every step of the road that it paves. Slaves, to feelings and emotion, Abhorred passion and its cruel rejections. We are as to love as the sun is to day, without one, the other cannot be as it was. Make me as I was, bring my light, my curse back.
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Meako
I am an English teacher at a high school in Blackpool, England. I have various influences, big music fan, real fan of poetry.
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