Love is a force that brings life to the empty shells.
These empty shells stur to life, chase their ambitions, and enevitabley face the utimate desion.
The desion is what is realy important.
Some never make this desion.
They riath in pain and can face death.
Some make this desion quickly.
If they choose love it's self, they slowly recover from their "shell" state.
These shells slowly become whole and regain their former and true selves.
These shells become completes.
The irony of this situation is that the are half of another whole.
These "half wholes" become super aware to love and can see it.
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