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Why bother when every man is the same, hiding the shit parts and fluffing up the appealing ones to capture your heart. They all work to pull you in deep, so when their true colors come out, you can just brush it under the rug and coast on the sweet memories.
Plus, I’ve learned with time, a man will offer nothing other than whiplash and heartache.
Because he loved her, and he’d endure this to get her, to keep her happy.
Stupid, stupid tears every woman sheds when the world seems to be against her and the walls are closing in.
