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Hmm.
I used to think that there was no medicine for a broken heart.
That I was forced to live with forever bruised veins that run thru my ribcage because of what HE did to me.
Obviously my solid, overboard and sincere efforts didn't move his heart so i assumed that wasnt enough for a simple fuck like you.
It's so hard to pick up the pieces to the epitomy of a contused soul when you have tarnished images of a real example of love.
But then a met a young man that learned lessons from a good samamritan.
He showed me that the foundation of love is not based on the ignorant and common logic of the average person and without God it could never capture life.
He teaches me that love is an unconditional force that dispatches the mind of the opposite sex through an overwhelming emotional paroxysm.
He took my mind and rid it of all the past pessimistic disturbances that I previously allowed by those who showed themselves unworthy.
He said that Past imperfections should never create a imbalance in the recollection of a perfect utopian angel.
I tell him all the things that i despise about my interior personality and lifestyle yet he is so quick to terminate and limit the foolishness coming from my mouth.
Challenging me to look at my reflection inside and out, teaching me that no flaw can exist because purity leaves no room for error.
The common person looking through the inferior telescope or a superior eagle eye, my life is just a headache and constant period of pain.
But , if you reanalyze the configuration from a different angle he unfolded my tribulations into trophy's that displayed a series of blessings that evolved me into the woman that I am today.
Hmm.