For with the dealings of close passion comes the disappointment of rejected loves.
Saving yourself from the reality of cruel fate and its ironic composure upon our lives.
To hold in those urges to let loose your faults into another's care.
People always leave..
And the reality of such truths will hopefully stay your hand.
Because the moment you let loose your demons, is the moment those you though were close to you
Behave such as strangers.
No one, not a single life at all truly will care for you in careless love.
Everything is conditional.
And those you once thought were to be with you always
Are forever lost to you.
Only in your mind can you touch that which you seek.
What a foul thing the imagine plays upon our hearts...
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