๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท

People want love, but they donโ€™t want to loveโ€ฆ

They want affection, but canโ€™t even give you attention

They are looking for anything that isnโ€™t a genuine connection

They brag about how many people theyโ€™ve been with, like itโ€™s some sort of collection

Unnecessary arguments based on misconception

But when they are lonely at night, they find themselves missing the cuddle sessions

Some fall deep into depression, and they still donโ€™t change their direction

They donโ€™t love based on past experiences and self-deception

A lot of them canโ€™t even express their true expressions

It slowly turns into frustration which leads to aggression

No questions, no confessions

People donโ€™t want to heal, and they turn their anger into a profession

No mental progression, the pain is engraved so heavily, they think the only connection is physical

Itโ€™s like they never learn their lesson, getting back at people becomes an obsession

They completely fake their first impression, anytime they think about love, they feel tension

One heartbreak and they think every loveable soul is an infection




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