Some sorts of love are
so strong, so strong, so strong that they grow little by little inside you like
a poison ivy, when you realize you are no longer breathing, no longer eating,
doing nothing, you only vegetate, all because of this love that poisons you
piece by piece. This love is so deep, it has dominated you so much that not
even the death will finish it. So only though the imbecility you lose the track
about who you are, that you exist, consequently the love goes towards the end.
Kátia Paes
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