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The Curse of Her Allure
Friday, April 30, 2010

It's interesting seeing how the various shattered hearts bleed for you. Here's something I wrote quite some time back,
A simple diamond, bearing a curse on it's beholder. Perishing those who lust after its shine, dooming the lives of those who lay hands on it into further atrophy.
Yeaps. That sparkle in you amazingly bedazzles the people around you, I'm not quite sure how the science behind that works but it's a beautiful trait. But disastrous when handled without care.

I've seen many who gave their hearts for you, who experienced a period of euphoria with you, who fell into a abyss of depression and heartache without you. It's shocking. But I won't wanna blame you. Your innocence, how much true I do not know, but I mustn't make any assumptions.

I glad I'm out of that pit, with the help of divine grace. I've learned to look at you not as a diamond, but a rock, a carbon formation, but nothing more other than out of a pure form of genuine love for another being. The unconditional love written in the legends.

I survived, miraculously. And here I stand bruised but alive, guarding my path by the boundaries according to the laws of love, I think of those who perished. Their cries haunt my mind and their anguish burns my heart. But I'm at a loss, how, how do I reach out to them. I could very well leave them to their fate, but would it be fair?

I dream of myself as the hero, draped in a shadowy crimson cloak. I imagine myself as a saviour to the weak, helpless, lost. But it is a figment of imagination my willful mind can fathom. How then should I go about with my life. Walk away from the site or to attempt reaching out to them fallen souls?

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