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By spaded Date: 2003 Aug 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.27.20.43.4034]] |
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I never thought to give up myself for love, I just did. Somewhere down the line that bit my butt, and it stung. That's all it did was sting, probably because nothing really looks as bad at the bottom of a bottle. You can make your assumptions, and decide what kind of bottle that is. It doesn't matter, lots of things come in bottles and numb the pain, or intesify the pleasure. There was lot's of pleasure at the bottom of lots of bottles. When the bottles go away, (because sometimes you just decide it's enough) you forget why there were bottles in the first place. I never thought to give myself up for love, I just did, again. Turns out the bottles bite in the butt too, they just don't sting. So eventually you find the bottles don't really go away, because your problems never goes away. They just hide themselves at the end of the bottles. So you have to give those up for good, and you are kind of stuck. What happens if you give yourself up for love again, and than when that is over there are no bottles? I figure the trick is to give yourself over to love, not give up yourself. Really if someone falls in love with you and you fall in love also, I imagine when you give yourself up, it's no wonder it doesn't work out. There is nothing left for them to love. |