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Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could.

I will forgive you one day, but I will never forget. Fairy tales once filled with romance and hopeless thereafters seem to vanish yet once again. It seems to be a common trend in this modern animalistic world we inhabit. Just dig that hole baby, let me jump in and watch me get out while you make funny remarks about the way I climb. It is all just one big dream turned into a furious nightmare, at least until you wake up and realize it was all “just a dream”. The real world consumes you and makes you dream, movies, books, love stories by lovers who are in love make you believe that these things exist, but they fail to mention what goes on behind the scenes…lighting goes out, microphones stop working, actors stop listening and writers hands cramp. But still, the show must go on! A great movie is based on the amazing chemistry that the actors/actresses have on set, what would happen if one of them decided that they just did not want to continue acting… I guess we wouldn’t find out since the movie would never premier. Step into the role of the evil, pessimistic, demented lover, it fits me very well. Every time I play the part it just gets easier and they stay around longer for the show, maybe next time I will get a full house. I don’t know if I should feel content, angry, hurt, betrayed, or lied to? What is it I “should” feel? How can one go on as if nothing ever happened, as if there were no history ever made? This is when my anger kicks in, rushing through my body and setting me on fire. How can one just stop… tic toc, tic toc… the clock is ticking but the hands remain still… take one breath in and one breath out…exhale slowly with the taste of tobacco on your lips… continue to poison your body because it’s the only thing that makes you happy. I have tasted almost every flavor of man, let’s cross this one off my list as he crossed me off of his… When will I reach my quota of this…this, I don’t know what this is. Same blog different words every time, none making sense only but to me. The foundation we built is now gone, typical quote for the one who is hurt…

“Forgive, sounds good.

Forget, I’m not sure I could. "
-Dixie Chicks


The Beaut;ful N;ghtmare

Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could.


San Leandro, United States

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