Falling in love is easy, just like a trap, you go in and there's no way out.The poacher is cruel, never lets you go and yet you are gone. Where to, no one knows. He hurts you, may be its not his intention, but he doesn't care too if you are hurt. He carries you to the fire and slaughters you there, if he's merciful. Otherwise he just roasts you alive. And before doing that he never forgets to get himself snapped standing over you (or your corpse, whatever the case may be).
This has been happening for millennia. Cupid shoots, the prey falls (in love) , and the poacher tramples it and devours the flesh. Can't he be content eating vegetables?
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