"How are you so young-minded, but your body's so grown...partying here and there, but you're always so gone? You keep your girls with you, but you always feel so alone...breaking every guy's heart just to cope with your own? So much for being a model; your claim to fame is how much you quaff out of a bottle. As soon as you drink too much, you're going full throttle. Trying to get to a bedroom; you say 'YOLO's the motto.' You only live once, and you're living in scenes. Pasting together actions to 'cut' while nothing is as it seems. It's all just a blur and you could care less. You feel most special when the guy is careless. Peerless you are, in terms of disregard. It takes a certain amount of disdain for self to let it get this far. But that's just the darker side of lust. If we can't exercise our beautiful darkness in others, it festers in us. It becomes a grotesque monument to our carnal needs. You seek to escape to greener grass, though you keep pulling at weeds. That monster is yours, your beast to contain. Breaking hearts is a dangerous game and you played it, now deal with what you created, and don't complain."
-A. Lewis
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