The things we do in the name of love, or lack of it if you want, are amazing. When we talk of love, I sometimes feel we should contact the originators of the English language so that they can either give us a different definition, or scrape the word and come up with a different word that describes the same feelings as the current word “love” seemingly wishes to describe. Because, like a reggae artist asks in his song, “if love was nice, tell me why I cry! A case was reported of a person with sound mind who murdered his half a dozen children by cutting them up with machetes...
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