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Ramblings from a depraved mind.

Posted by The Red Devil on Sunday, March 29, 2009 in ,
She's living between Constance and Dream. In between what is a habit and what is a fantasy.

How do you know it's fantasy if you don't try? Fucking cliches. The thing about cliches though is that they're all true. And if cliches are true, then they're not called cliches anymore - they're now verifiable and empirical facts, truths even. It's even sad to think that all her life's experiences are cliches.

True love waits even until forever. No matter how screwed up the start or the middle is, in the end, if you were truly meant to be, you will be. What a crappy relationship that would be.

Hold on to your dreams, fly like an eagle, aim for the stars and all that bullshit. She did all of them, all of those cheesy sad lines. Each time she thinks that she'll get some well doled out good luck. She wishes too much. If wishes were pennies...

Know when you cut your losses. The hardest part of anything is the start and the end. Once you start, it's all downhill from there anyway.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger... of course whoever said this has not been through an emotionally traumatic experience. Asshole.



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