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The Beginning isn't really the start...


It is funny how everything seems so clear, yet when you reflect on what you think is real...it turns out being an illusion. A fantasy you played over and over in your head until it looked like all his faults faded away and all you could see was the person made up in your head...that fantasy...Well fantasy is cool and all, but if you can't stand the real, that fake isn't going to make you love him better. Why waste time with someone you are forcing yourself to love when you can find better. You said never settle, so don't start now. You can't choose who you love, love chooses you. You're worth more than you realize, take a step back and see what I see.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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