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It was all a lie.
How does one accept? What do you do, when you learn that an entire year of one's life has been utterly squandered on the most diabolically perfect trap, handcrafted exquisitely to suit your person, your own emotions alone. An accident of hearts. All without mind.
Kipling would say to smile, laugh, and move on. On the other hand, the sun set on the British Empire a long, long time ago. And what has taken it's place-Google?
How does one accept? What do you do, when you learn that an entire year of one's life has been utterly squandered on the most diabolically perfect trap, handcrafted exquisitely to suit your person, your own emotions alone. An accident of hearts. All without mind.
Kipling would say to smile, laugh, and move on. On the other hand, the sun set on the British Empire a long, long time ago. And what has taken it's place-Google?