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ninth, apr we can't get it through our heads (too fucking sick for a blushing touching fix) that heart breakers have had their hearts broken in a similar fashion. that the heartbroken will walk away, eventually turn around someday and break the heart of someone new. these sorry spirals frighten me. why can't love be linear? why doesn't it ever lead to logical conclusions? why doesn't it ever lead anywhere at all? we wind ourselves up, ready - we think - for a new go, new rules, new circumstances, but soon we realize we are simply fulfilling the same worn out words to the same sad stories again and again! there's no end! there's always a fucking sequel! |