Esteis just so heartbreaking.
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He wins me hands-down in the stakes of reality - because I'm not only an amateur, but a non-believer as well.
He wears two faces much better than me - but in the game of the many-faced, I'm the winner.
He tells me so many lies that he can't even keep track of them - I believed in everything and the result was a few nights of continuous vomiting from the forcefed falsities.
I played this game of my own volition, and I lost. I don't blame him, or anyone else, for that matter.
The greatest hurdle was, is, and will always be, myself.
Did I tell you.
It's been a million words - I've written a million fucking words. Right now, I just can't bear to think of how the rest of my life is going to be.
A million words.
He would have killed me for what I've done to him.
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If a key opens lots of locks, Then it's a master key But if a lock is opened by lots of keys then it's a shitty lock.
Thanks anyway.
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If a key opens lots of locks, Then it's a master key But if a lock is opened by lots of keys then it's a shitty lock.
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I laugh. I cry. I learn. I live. I sing and jump for joy.
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I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame
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I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame
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