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title: "A question on which my head and heart vehemently disagree."
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date: 2018-01-17
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> was it a lie … a face she showed you?A question on which my head and heart vehemently disagree. The resultant feeling of being torn in half is… distinctly unpleasant.
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My heart still loves her. Beauty still in the brokenness.
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My head hates her for what she did.
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But the truth is… I don’t know the truth. She did lie, but whether or not she did it *intentionally* I will never know. Swears that she didn’t, of course, but what good’s that, *now*.
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> Your own self loveError 404: Self love not found.
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All joking aside… I don’t know. There was certainly an element of rose tinted glasses.
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> accessory boyfriend ‘Ken’ doll who would perform his role according to the script?Interesting that you mention this. She’s known as a serial ‘man-izer’ (is that even a *thing??) — *though of course nobody warned me until it was too damn late.
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Dangerously beautiful and knows it. Weaponises it, even. What she gets out of it all, I don’t know.
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That’s my bitterness speaking to a degree. But there is certainly truth in it. Helps my head to win out over my heart. My traitorous heart that wants to try running back to her…
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> the man they would love to be, if only they hadn’t been born female.Now that’s a curious idea indeed…this requires more thought of my own.
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> There’s the fantasy … and then there’s the cold, harsh, bitterly disappointing reality of … me.This would go a long way to explain why I can catch em but never keep em. Not that I can shift the blame for that entirely, mind.
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> “The World’s either great or wretched, isn’t it? So many people are just finished.”Mostly wretched, as we know.
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> Very astute!Oh now I didn’t mean to claim credit for that one. I stole it from somewhere, though can’t for the life of me remember where…
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