Habits of Pain

Creatures of Habit

Creatures of Serotonin

Habits of Serotonin

Habits of Pain

Chasing things

like People

like Love

like Pain.

Running from things

like People

like Love

like Pain.

We get scared when we exist beside these things.

I think we should live inside of these things.

I mean there's nothing more beautiful then when two people live inside each other.

The thrill of sharing a bed.

The bore of sharing a bed.

Love in that bed is such a perfect ending.

And also just the beginning.

The ending intertwined with the begin.

Just like Love rolling in the sheets with Pain.

That's sort of the beauty of Love.

It's why we fall into Love.

Cause Love is a hard surface to land on.

I've scraped my knees more than once on Love.

trading Love for Pain.

I've scraped my knees more than once giving Love.

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