I hate arguments.

I hate disagreements.

I hate misunderstandings.

All these things happen more than they should.

Possessiveness is a choice of one, but a curse to the object they are too clingy to.

Independence is a beautiful thing. If only love and free-spirits blended together in harmony, then all these burdens that whip our backs would be non-existent.

A controlling force that rambles on like a stampede of running horses will trample anything in its path, even the most precious ones.

Danger persists.

Emotions are broken.

No one is safe.