I can't tell you what it really is.
I can only tell you what it feels like.
Like falling, Like running.
Like smiling and laughing
Like sex, like violence.
Like bleeding, red rivers.
Like eating, like vomiting.
Like love and hate.
Not knowing to Love or to Hate.
Like throwing fists, like kissing the lipless.
Like heat, like passion.
Like loosing Him.
Like Loosing Me.
Like Dying.
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