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Who ever said I had a chance? Fact of the matter is women are the ones who accept the feel to be enhanced. So why would I ever believe who I find attractive would ever look my way? I’m nothing more than looking at everyday blurs even though they have a face. It seems we're all chasing opposing forces that want something else knowing we have more than what it takes to survive the hard times. So why are eyes blinded by vanity running off into the distance with another who cannot see reasons of why? Facing the truths is a matter of illusions that twist thoughts of who we're supposed to be on the from the inside out. Fact is, the lie is comforted by shallow cravings that refuse to dig into what could be found. But in order to do so we must stop n turn around so we can face those sidestepped along the way. taking into consideration that there's more to what's simply not seen. looking at attractions that don't feed sexual pleasures as much will they ever cling to the crave of the need? It's a game that creates a battle within that is as relentless as trying to find someone as close to all around perfect. Knowing self just wants a similar flaw that sinks in from the surface to explore another ever so worth it. The eyes seek a candy coated desire to fulfill the equality of what self appears to be. As the heart hopes for a masterpiece within the contents as life lived side by side as effortlessly free. Ones gotta start from the beginnings sight so the mind can confirm what's learned is a complete package that gives more that it'll ever take. Beauty subsides in the delusions of trying to peek into someone else as if it's enough to intensify the possibility of fate...