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This is the chemical formula for love:

C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

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My best testimonies are from the times I thought I couldn’t survive.

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James Byron Dean(February 8, 1931 – September 30, 1955)
"He didn’t show you very much. He’d challenge you to find him. Then when you’d found him, he’d still make you guess. It was an endless game with him. The thing people missed about Jimmy was his mischievousness. He was the most constantly mischievous person I think I’ve ever met. Full of tricks, full of magic, full of outrageousness."— Stuart Stern

James Byron Dean
(February 8, 1931 – September 30, 1955)

"He didn’t show you very much. He’d challenge you to find him. Then when you’d found him, he’d still make you guess. It was an endless game with him. The thing people missed about Jimmy was his mischievousness. He was the most constantly mischievous person I think I’ve ever met. Full of tricks, full of magic, full of outrageousness."
— Stuart Stern

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