Love songs

The best way to appreciate a love song is when love is absent from your heart.

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Some people

Some people will treat you as they will because they know your heart is in their pocket.

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Carpenter of love

The carpenter of love hammers every last nail in the coffin they built for their relationship.

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Bad relationships

Bad relationships develop over time like cataracts.

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Love is never

Love is never a good enough reason. Only a fool sites love as a factor, because love should never be more than the final piece of what is already a perfect puzzle.

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Approach the heart

Approach the heart with caution, with not, a dagger.

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It’s torture and it won’t last

Why go through life feeling cut down and demeaned by a nasty fiend; a huge ego that isn’t even their own friend, let alone the hero.

But a sad hero, thinking back to the time before, and then, alas, the time before.

And then from there, the time before, there is hardly triumph, endlessly leaping on lily pads of sad.

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The new first base

If you can get someone to take their mask off – that should be the now version of first base.

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Principle equation

If principle outweighs love, it is not love. Love stands by itself. Love does not compete.

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People like you

It’s people like me who exist to facilitate the crass attitude and laissez-fair behavior of people like you. And if it’s right, or dare I say, the rare when, it is people like you who facilitate people like me. How else could you be two peas?

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I have tried the “we”

I have tried the “we”.

I have begged. I have let you see the torture and bewilderment in my face. And in my soul.

And you have pressed on with it.

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