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One side of the story is all you will ever have.
The delusional and sordid tale of a ‘woe is me’ life neatly wrapped up in a bundle of prose can never pose as the truth, God knows the truth and that ain’t it, mi caramelo.
You say you’ve moved past it, moved on – another little white lie because it’s between the lines that I live and breathe, the me you will never quite know.
Somehow the story keeps getting told though and I’m curious as to why.
Eye to eye, side by side, heart to heart and hand in hand will never belong here.
Instead of accepting the world for what it is, you chose to believe your fictionlized beautiful version of it.
Christ, that’s so Hollywood of you, mi caramelo.
But you know what really pisses me off sometimes?
Google.
Because it finally showed me how to move on too.
Unlike you.
Farewell, mi caramelo.
Whoa, sounds like somebody needs to be thumped. Sorry ~m
That’s all I ever get – one side of the sordid story – and even then it’s not a whole, complete side by any means. Only little cryptic snippets which leave me wondering, wanting more. Always “leave them wanting more,” right?
There are people who only ever want one side of the story.
Theirs!
Those who choose to do poor, poor pitiful me always lose out in the end.
I speak from experience here BTW, as I’m sure you know
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Let them be miserable bastards and the rest of us can enjoy life the way it’s meant to.
Those who care enough take time getting to know those who mean something to them.
To do otherwise tells me they don’t give a damn.
Seems that was the case here