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Sometimes I Just Get This Feeling I’d Like To Throw My Hands Up In the Air and Say


Seriously.  What is the point of caring about someone who always is going to put a piece of shit before you in their heart?  And no, I’m not talking about my man.  What is the point of loving someone and doing EVERYTHING for them — and someone else getting all the love and credit? 

I guess that’s the definition of unconditional love.  So I’ll just keep lashing my heart back together and hope the scar tissue gets tough enough to keep me from really losing it one of these days.  And maybe, just maybe, they’ll wake up and see it someday.  But knowing this person as well as I do — and knowing the privileged and cossetted life that she lives (and I’ve been responsible for bringing about) — she probably never will. 


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