Love exists in duality; it is a prison whose walls keep you truly alive. Outside of these walls you may experience freedom to roam, but within you hold purpose. To have confided within its walls, only to be cast out is to have been rendered helplessly homesick, a need that may only be fulfilled with the one place you can call home, the prison we call love. Only through the tears of our longing may we escape back into these walls, as only within may we embrace those without.
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