When I Smile Or Dance

Carrying a part of
Too many

Sad and depressed

When I smile
Or dance

Think of it like
A miracle come true

Note: Many of these poor and stupid sluts off-loaded their inner trash, hurts, wounds and what not from the closest proximity possible on the bed or in life. And strangely they believed in a total stranger like myself to keep their secrets. That least beauty which their hearts and minds carry, give me a hope they will one fine day find their true love to happily live everafter with.

Until that happens, let me continue to enjoy beautiful moments I gave them and despite being able to return the favor, these violent, gold-digging, cheating and stealing sluts chose not to enjoy or carry my awesome part or memories like I do.

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