It's horrible.I thought that if I could finally say it that everything would change, but he is just as selfish and solace as ever.Only a masochist could ever love such as narcissist.
I allow the winds of the world to blow through my very soul,admit the perils and foreboding's into my heart,I am pampered by my goddesses,betrayed by primitives,I love to live,live to love,life is my gamble,luck is my artform...
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