Love Is War
Keiana Smith
What do you know about love ? Nothing. You don't know that everyday couples or people in marriages fight Either arguing or trying to fix it Isn't it sad to see two people who loved each other just separate ? Is there an answer for it ? No. Its the couple's choice Are we allowed to have a say in it ? No , because that's not our war. Its their war. Love is war.
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Little Lee
Some ppl get divorced for dumb reasons and it makes no sense
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2018-07-11 20:40:29
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Keiana Smith
I know but its war. They're battling and us ppl can't even stop it
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2018-07-11 20:45:51
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