Why can’t you be like her?
Why can’t you look at me
Like she looks at him,
Like he’s a god and
Her his most ardent worshiper?
Of all the hurtful things he’s ever said, These words cut the deepest.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
My streams of thought meet here
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By Ian Garrabrant
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Very very powerful my darling. You always convey such a lot in a few lines.
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Yes, men would do well to remember that women forget nothing. Lovely work.
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