They feel self a little too much as self makes them believe everyone is playing games. When it's a mental illusion to protect the heart shuffling pain. N it's those they choose to fuck with is who sets the stage. Mind fuckin any chance to take part in the flickering of flames. As it's their own inability to see angles taken by others. With one wrong move the body becomes jus another luv'r. Leaving thoughts to process in yet another phase as people are placed in a category in which depicts everyone is the same. Just for the walls to get bigger n higher with the turnabout that comes along with every new face. Failing to realize it's a matter of having a bad judge of character. N the more severe it is the more likely vanity n sex is the key to the pain that is so unbearable to worth. Truths are shoveled like dirt to bury a belief that someone somewhere is genuine willing to give their best. N there's no one to blame due to the attractions blinding intuition placing bets. They're absorbed within the defeat sinking in to the loneliness after so long. As the reel behind the eyes spins to replay everything that's gone wrong. All bcuz they believe everyone but then it's on some BS. In which makes them in their own, a pfft set lose from the lips...
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