"Love is and shall always be dead." I once struggled on how to accept this statement,as truth or fallacy. But in the end, I questioned the meaning and value of love. I pondered on its death in subjective terms. Death of love is an individual taking. I struggled on what it meant because what I thought was love, seemed futile to the overall metaphysics of love. But in reality, I didn't know what love really meant. I still don't know. But, based on observation, I think that if love can die, It can be resurrected.
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