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Once a whore always a whore.
The words trickle down like rain.

Words once said in anger..
Can never be unheard again.

The story of my love life,
Starts to paint that familiar picture.

Jealousy, Love, Anger, Lust,
How can anything be sustainable without trust?

One tiny stone into the water creates a thousand ripples.
And I scramble trying to end each ripple. Trying to make it smaller than the last.

Controlling the uncontrollable – it’s not an easy task.