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My current experience with Love
The aching in my aging frame is an escape from the anguish of my soul. The stinging of my skin is a testament to your joy in crucifying me by your words and deeds. My folly to hope and dream that I am your saviour, forgetting the fate of all saviours as I walk on in your unrelenting rain. Once there, I will kneel by your empty well and drink deeply of the gritty dust of your selfishness. Spitting and choking I will lay down again on your bed strewn with the nails and broken glass of your apathy. Tomorrow will be a new day as your toy in which to drive the savage rails you made and were given to commemerate the shame and pain of your life without love. Before sleep I will search deeper for another way to show you at long last that I am the prince you dream of and that I have always been here waiting to love you.
The job of Shakespeare has been claimed.
You need to realize that you placed your trust and hopes incorrectly and move on from there with a wiser perspective.