love is when noticing someone else's mistakes makes you ashamed and sorry, struggling to act like you haven't noticed a thing,
when someone being dragged down hurts you more than if it happened to you,
when you feel guilty instead of the one who's done the mistake (especially when you're affected. afflicted)
i hate when i know my thoughts are right but i'm forced to put them in a mould
of coherent, academic-sounding sentences
my subconscience does it better, my instincts always prevail
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