Play The Roll.
Now and days, a liter of love poured from a man’s heart is no longer enough to quench a women’s satisfaction. She needs, jewels, heels, bags, MAC and your paycheck but only a fraction and in fact, studies show that this list isn’t even half and if you do not have them, nine out of ten times she’ll walk away laughing. So trust me, if this isn’t the case for you then your lucky, because a majority of our women have been brainwashed that love grows by every one hundred bucks she sees. You see, if it isn’t about the money then it’s something. Like pretty boys, athletes or her attraction to a tall man or a thugs dream. I mean no disrespect to the respectable women around here because this doesn’t really involve them. But they’re most likely involved in a relationship with a man built with these similar problems. He’s probably causing you to cry more than tears, but only drops of years of her abandoned state of mind and fear. Fear because she was afraid to be alone. So she lived the unfair lifestyle opposed to being on her own, while he flairs and ups his tone, just to feel stronger, just listen a little longer. It seems to me that all of we who deserve to receive, need to learn how to tranquilize our bad habits that attract those blanks to our incomplete. You see we are our hearts love makers, but we continue to blame the defendant of our hearts takers. When it’s all just a mistake in the judgment of the heartbreaker. The heartbreaker never wanted your heart, but you wanted theirs and that’s why it hurts so much more, because the more we give effort into someone who doesn’t care, the less they give back. So be greedy with your heart because it can take years of pain to take back. -By Andre Domingo.
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now..this is DOPE
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