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By LaLa

What happens to a person when they're in love? Do they wither away with hope Like an orphan hoping to get chosen? Or stick around and follow you for a day or two... And they run? Does love stink like tainted meat? Or get moldy and filmy all over... Like an old loaf of bread? Maybe it just goes away Like a cold. Or does it dissolve after rejection? LaLa Curse

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