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You are all the same. Different names, different faces, different sizes but you’re all the same.The same.You want, you get, you take, and then you leave.The departure bittersweet; bitter because there was no love gained to be lost.No love to cry over; no love to feel pain.No love whatsoever.The emptiness.Only forced to make reference to the works of a hungry vampire; sucking every good thought, every good deed.Settling; for less, for nothing.Giving into the selfish desires of the flesh; leaving the heart wanting more.More.Start over, leave it all behind.Let it go; let everything the fuck go.Is this something new or the same bullshit just coming from a different trap hole?You guessed it! Creating memories that will have no meaning.A loveless encounter flourishes as the heart gasps for air.The compromise; is it worth it?Where exactly is the middle road?When is it enough?When do you really force the issue?The risks, consequences, and the unknown. That’s the reason for the brewing of the violent eruption of disappointment.A decision must be made.A decision must be made

03/31/2014.

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