the price the heart pays when the confusion sets in is an untamed fear created by a so called friend pretending to feel an other jus to have someone in their life... as the obvious licks it's fingers n slaps the silliness from the texture that steals the willingness to luv someone new as self hides... it's amazing how the puncture wounds rip gaping wounds leaving holes to heal into smooth scars... from the disbelief to the pain to the hate that falls like ashes said to be in the ends of life... friends tend to forget emotion rides the waves along shore lines waiting on yet another sunset caught in their eyes... n as the redirection of the mind finds a different way of thinking the abuse taken in is absorbed... paralyzing the thrill to believe in an other or anyone other so the confines of self are safe n bored... the hurt one takes from the reason given cripples the feeling of attractions as lists grow of what is allowed... creating a silhouette of someone life self that is yet to exist... jus finding shelter in the solitude of self being the stranger that's forgotten how to live... enslaved until depths can overcome a twist that has shaped a better chance to enjoy what truly matters... learning of the reckless errors it took to become the purpose of laughter... the payment of pain is the willingness to have at life in a way the breaking never comes back around... matured to the knowings that people pass by to unload their own misfortunes through the motion of endless sound... as they continue to be on their way so self can adapt to the fact that there's only one if found that's satisfied enough not to play games... people through choice cause their own downfall is the only thought that will carry worth to a more enjoyable place...
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