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waste (one's breath, one's energy)
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Categories: words and feelings
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What is love? It's medicine, it's poison; it's a panacea, it's a pill with no cure. What is waiting for? It is to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait, to wait. What is parting? It is the heart, it is the form; it is the fragmentation, it is the appearance of separation. I once thought you were the only light in my life. But I didn't realize that the darkness of the rest of my life was also you.