Hello Community Steemit! I Ellen Laska!
Mourn a little bit of love!
I believe that love is some form of the disease, the person first of all loses his appetite, sleep, makes rash mistakes, but love is like a drug, and in a short time, its effect ends, and then what? What remains? Yes? You're right pain..... And after pain pustata....And you sit,suffer and think. What to do with this pain and emptiness. And you pick up the glass, first one, then another, and I can't stop, you're replacing love – alcohol. But this does not help, just a moment, you're happy, it seems, was so easy and peaceful. And then you think, and whether it is time for me to go somewhere so peaceful. After all, what real love is!...... and you would be able to die for another? Love is like an open parachute. Fly yourself and think, will reveal whether, before it is revealed is a passion, and revealed –that is love!
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All the while, yet! See you soon!