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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Thursday, July 7, 2011

When Love Becomes A Habit






When love becomes a habit



it is no longer love



it belongs to the expected



expectation love



is a power



not love






When love becomes a habit



it barely exists



only in the morbid minds



of those weakened






When love becomes a habit



take control



let it go






When love becomes a habit



it is not love at all






Find the freedom



of a love



that exists



with no strings



no attachments






It just is






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