There is one woman that had me, and when we parted she still had me. For anything disavowing she did it could not cure my love for her. Two separate lives we live now, but at a moments notice if all were to change I would leave everything. It is sad I know. Being able to lie better to women than to tell them the truth, finding that insecurity is caused by lack of satisfaction, that Burgundy can taste a bore and the endless search for unknown pleasures gets me out of bed.
Most Truest,
CL
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