Who wants to be loved sometimes.
Who wants to be a toy that a child sits on a shelf and dusts off every so often when it pleases them?
Who can choose who loves them or how much.
It can't be earned. It can't be bought. It can't be saved in a bottle for when you need it.
You can't trust love. You can't keep love. You can only give it away.
Water in your hands. Life giving and life threatening.
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