No love is by chance, dear girl.
so he says as if words were so simple.
they roll so beautifully out of ones fingers
and another is convinced of their truth.
No love is by chance, dear girl.
it must be so, for some love creates life.
neitzche. just doubt it.
but i dare not doubt.
to deny the existence of magic is to snuff it out
like the flame of a candle in the darkest of rooms.
No love is by chance, dear girl.
i am not ashamed to say i am still afraid of the dark.
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