psychonyxdorotheos

Does life exist for mere happiness and gratification? Is love the worth of living and nothing else? Will they ever realize that there is more to life than *mushiness? I have seen and experienced much out of life At this very early age, and have found out that There is more to life than what I call stupidity. I have read poems of "love that often triumphs" and the like, And I curse them for all their worth. Curse those mushy poems! They would often say that they were just sharing their thoughts. Sharing? It was more of convincing others that all those fantasies exist, All those impossible-to-believe fantasies. Some would often say