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Love is like diarrhea. It comes on all strong and you feel it physically, and then when it comes out it's like a relief but still hurts a bit. You have to clean it up a lot, and you never know if it's gone or hanging around after the initial wave passes. Medication rarely if ever helps ease the pain and discomfort, and nice plush accessories rarely make it better.
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It's like having a cucumber shoved up your azz & twisting it back & forth . 
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Love is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel its warmth.
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its a double edged sword , it can make you happy but turn on you and hurt worse than anything anyone could ever do to you 
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Love is like oxygen
you get too much and you get too high not enough and you're gonna die -- Sweet |
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love: for our country, enough to die for it.(no thanks required.)
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Love is like diarrhea. It comes on all strong and you feel it physically, and then when it comes out it's like a relief but still hurts a bit. You have to clean it up a lot, and you never know if it's gone or hanging around after the initial wave passes. Medication rarely if ever helps ease the pain and discomfort, and nice plush accessories rarely make it better.
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Love is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel its warmth.
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Love is dangerous. It has too much power, makes you blind to reality, lies, cheats and decieves you, but ultimately makes you want to experience more.
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Love is like a box of chocolates. There are a load of good ones, but you always seem to pull out the fkn coffee one.
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Love is a boat with a hole in the keel.
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Love is like diarrhea. It comes on all strong and you feel it physically, and then when it comes out it's like a relief but still hurts a bit. You have to clean it up a lot, and you never know if it's gone or hanging around after the initial wave passes. Medication rarely if ever helps ease the pain and discomfort, and nice plush accessories rarely make it better. Emily Dickinson or Elizabeth Barrett Browning? True love is like nothing else you'll ever know! |
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Love is like eating 1/2 a dozen habanero peppers with the seeds. Hot now, but you'll pay for it in the "end."
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Love is like diarrhea. It comes on all strong and you feel it physically, and then when it comes out it's like a relief but still hurts a bit. You have to clean it up a lot, and you never know if it's gone or hanging around after the initial wave passes. Medication rarely if ever helps ease the pain and discomfort, and nice plush accessories rarely make it better. Emily Dickinson or Elizabeth Barrett Browning? True love is like nothing else you'll ever know!
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It tastes like chicken.
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Love is like eating 1/2 a dozen habanero peppers with the seeds. Hot now, but you'll pay for it in the "end." 
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Sometimes love is like zinfandel and dark chocolate; elegant and mature.
Sometimes love is like candy and cartoons; simple and fun. Sometimes love is like the flu; uncomfortable and screaming for a little TLC. 
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True love is like seeing ghosts; we all talk about it, but few of us have ever seen one.
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Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love, it is a flower And you, its only seed It's the heart, afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dying That never learns to live When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun's love, in the spring Becomes the rose |
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