Love/Life
Falling in love is the worst. First you notice colors you've never seen. second is the way you feel. it's like you were just born but think you'll die that evening. third is that extra second you notice when they catch your attention. it's a slow death. colors fade as you sink. it feels like time, and you are eternal. you can't quite seem to recall what you talked about today. Love is a fresh nerve, and it works like the rest of them. they tingle most when new, and they go numb when saturated in the same stimuli. When severed it's up to willpower health and time to be replaced. it's science. Right?
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