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Dismantled and alone… both of it my life story.

The former is a corollary of my constant naivety in believing in love and the latter, a choice as a consequence of it.

Time has been invariable in confirming to me what I’ve always known to be true – that I’m not meant to have my heart feel liberated.

The abundance of nay-sayers have proudly tried to embark on a journey to prove this otherwise, yet none have ascended the heights to face their fear.

The imprudence on my part is unforgivable, the romantic in me is now obsolete.

Sadness is not at work, for I think I have been completely sedated.

I have written off caring and being cared for, I have been brought to an end.

I now comprehend why they always say that “love is for fools”, for I was once there.

Bear in mind that I now fail life, as life has failed me.



Ice. Indefinitely.