The neurons and nerves inside of mind, constantly seemed to throb and go into synapsis, whenever I came across lies of love overtime but I never realized, the cries would eventually come pouring down, when real love caught my mind,heart and spirit by surprise. Constantly objectifying deep inside my mind and heart, that I didn't need another, Pre-Mediated love or heartbreak inside of my life. Cause my heart had became, dormant to love, after numerous and previous past Love and broken hearted crimes. I somehow squandered my heart inside of a shell filled with past lies, I constantly kept myself passing by to keep, myself reminded, why? Why, I could never allow myself to fall victim to another game of Love & basketball, where all they do is dribble your heart and play games and pray that, you finally find a love that have some type of skills and doesn't, constantly shoot the ball and miss time after time! No one never understood, the tyranny of pain that was continuously only tearing me down! Into salts and seasonings of tiny particles of grains. Not realizing that after each seasons, my heart will never be the same, because I felt like my heart was too much of a pain to gain, for the next person, who seek into changing they last name into mines Until I met you, at Last my Seasons of heartbreak finally Changed.
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