Wounds

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Love sometimes wounds us. We walk around each day muttering to ourselves, “it fucking hurts.” Millions upon millions of more eloquent words have been written about the pains of love. However, “it fucking hurts” is pithy enough to describe the feeling of what happens.

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