To see the soul of love, one must dine deep within the heart and struggle through the clouds of lies and hate. Thus, to breath clearly and free of woe, one must desert love and dine only in the head. But the strange thing about love, my friends, is that it is a reactive material. Love is always there, behind the clouds of lies and hate, but once reached the material releases its potential and burns a hole through it's foggy inclosure. And so, though dining in the head allows clear inhale, discovering love results in a clear soul. Besides, breathing is over rated.
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