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Treat the world as the world deserves. With love or with hate but never with harm.

How is it, one finds himself wondering, That it is hard for a good man to find a wonderful lady? To talk to, to cuddle with, to release the furry of emotions with on each other, Only to find that she wants only to be fooled by someone who is cuter and fakes emotion? To be used, hurt, and thrown away only to think later why she only attracts the worst of men. There is no such thing as love, he thinks. How is it, one finds herself wondering, That is is impossible for a intellectull such as herself to find a decent man who wants something more than a physical relationship? To talk to, to hang out with, to go and actually care about her l

I don't know, what words I should say, which way I should act, how actions can complicate. The way I feel. Now I can never know, the words you've never said, the feelings never shared. The pain I now feel, will never heal. Now I must go, and try to forget, The things I have felt. The things you have said. And I now find, That I should not forget, and not give up. So here I sit, waiting for the chance, also saying my prayers. And here I stand, to change my future. For better. For worse. But not unknown.