They whisper, those voices in the shadows, hissing of a darkness that lurks within love's embrace. They speak of a poison, a slow-burn venom that seeps into our souls and leaves us hollow and craving, forever seeking that next fix.
Love, they say, is a tyrant, a cruel master who demands our all, a greedy beast that devours our sanity and leaves us broken and babbling in its wake. It rips open our hearts, exposes the raw flesh beneath, and revels in the pain it inflicts.
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