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On Love by Kat Love is weak that cannot stand on the strength of its own illusions. Love, defined by tragedy and inert longings, is doomed by its own truths. Love, caught up in itself, grows isolated and weakens in its own fragile web. Love is kind that rests in warm arms of respect and delicate freedom.
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