Love is psycosis!

I don't think there's any other reason to explain why people kill, for it. Why they change WHO they are for it, why they try to change other people for it. Why do people loose themselves trying to BE loved? Why do people loose control of their lives when "in love"? Why do people ignore their instincts? Why do people accept less than they deserve in the name of love?

It's a psycosis, but I don't think anthing feels better than LOVE. Crazy!

Rather pessamestic out look? I don't know I guess just love the feeling of being in love, but hate the aftermath of love!

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