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It hurts more than love.
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Love is but a chronic disease, once you get, there is no chance of cure, it lurks in the depths of the body, every moment of inadvertence, it will run out, such as naughty children, tortured the mind or body. Year after year, roses bloom, only for the object love, there are always some petals, destined to be scratched across the heart of the wound, in the moment of drifting, gray to go through the years. Men's love, in...