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It's really all my fault. The truth is, you do reap what you sow, and what I sowed were the forbidden seeds of Lust. How many times have I heard someone say that Lust is Not love? Too many times. But you know what? Indulge enough in that Lust and it becomes a powerful kind of love. The kind of passionate love one craves on a daily basis. The kind of love and desire that needs to be fed constantly or you die.
I never meant to let myself fall that hard. I never meant to get that involved, but I didnt have a choice. I didnt. You cant choose to breath or not. IT's just a natural reaction. It's just something that you have to do. You can choose to try and hold your breath, but eventually nature will take over and you'll give in to a big heart breath of fresh air. Or, you'll pass out from trying and while your out cold, your body will do it instinctively without your consent. Thats the way it was with me and my heart. Thats why I said I had no choice. I wanted to stay away. I wanted to do the right thing and move on. But somewhere down the line I lost consciousness. My mind, thoughts and feelings wandered astray and left nature to take over.
The result: A Broken Heart.
This is my story.

I smiled as I looked into the mirror wearing my choir rob for the first time. I was already running late for my first Sunday performance, but I had to stop and admire the uniform I had waited so long to put on. I could hear the orchestra already warming up and tunning their instruments. One last look, and I was rushing down the stairs onto the stage.

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