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Oct 28, 2005 10:43

The flaxen, fair-haired devil woman walks out of your life as quickly as she walked into it. All you have to show for your time together are a handful of old photos, and a lifetime of resentment.

You reach into the very depth of her soul, and feel all of her insecurity
The cacophony of her discordant musings
All that things that she told you once, back at a time when you held her attention

Each time your paths cross, the residuals of your fleeting capriciousness gather up in small pools around the both of you
Her toes dip into the cool, discordant memories, and she walks away from you forever, leaving nothing but wet footprints for you to follow into the depths of your loneliness

The journey from here to the place where you need to be begins with a singular defining moment
The time when you made the vow to turn off the TV and leave the house
The time when you decided to take a chance, and leave yourself exposed
The brief, fleeting instant where you felt as though you might be happy
The time when you accepted that all of your hopes and dreams may not come true after all

Life is a long, unrelenting series of disappointments, setbacks, and failures. It's probably best that you learn it now.

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