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Relationships are hard, so I have learned.
Relationships are powerful avenues of energy, both good and evil, so I have learned. Relationships are not made in movies, so I have learned.
Relationships involve two hearts, not one, so I have learned.
Relationships never conform to the pretty little pictures conjured up in my head, so I have learned.
Relationships turn intense passion for good into intense experiences of harm, so I have learned.
Relationships demand complete transparency, so I have learned.
Relationships require two hearts to be aligned towards the greater entity of "us" rather than "me", so I have learned.
Relationships are a two-edged sword, so I have learned.
Relationships are work, so I have learned.
Relationships are delicate, so I have learned.
Relationships are more than love songs and chic flicks, so I have learned.
Relationships break, because the people involved are broken people, so I have learned.

I am a man of many passions, walking about as a wanderer with no aim, as a vagabond chasing legends of old with no guide. The world is a boundless space of endless dreams passing unseen into the darkness of my mind. Ever seeking, never finding, ever thirsting, never drinking, ever chasing, never catching, ever stopping, never resting, raging onward to a destination unknown. I am broken.

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