You open up. Put your faith in someone. Then are left picking ip the pieces.
Repeat Process.
Seems like I've been a kid in a candy-shop when it comes to choosing a woman. Each week has a new flavor. Then, this eager-eyed kid in the candy-shop, finds something which has some sort of lasting value. Damn, this mirages always get him.
If it's "not what it looks like," then why the fuck would a person apologize.
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