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The emotional scar that one can get out of the imaginative tell-tales of unrequited love is a temporary ride on a seemingly flat world of deceit and hypocrisy.
Foolish as it may sound, the heart is dumb at times of caring gestures, sweet nothings, and lies...
You get inspired, the iota of happiness seemed so big to carry, and heavy enough to shrink self-esteem and sanity.
The loathsome reality of being ditched is frustrating, yet it is a humbling experience of being awaken to a possible one way ticket love affair. The timeliness of realization is a blessing in disguise, misery is averted and the road to Hades' den halted. The only draw back then is the wounded pride, and takes time to mend once again.
A lesson is drawn, while it is true that the end doesn't justify the means...
The heart is forever vulnerable, always at risk of being hurt, and yet never gets tired of falling in love.
I got to believe then, that when it's wrong, it is indeed false--and when it's left, it is not at all right.
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