Guerrero Words: Monsters in Love: It scratched its way out the chambers of my heart, whispering, “Close your eyes, my sweet, this night is my gift.” I didn’t always know it, ...
This is fantastic.
In my life, I found that I confused lust and abuse with love more often than not. At this point in my life, I prefer to be without what passes for "love" and wouldn't know what to do with the romantic type of love even if it was real. I prefer platonic friendships and those are difficult enough to maintain.
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