The Diamond That Grew From Concrete

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"Whatever you give a woman, she’s going to multiply. If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So - if you give her any crap, you will receive a ton of shit."

"Baby, I can see you've been fucked with too but that don't mean your loving days are through...."
My very wise homeboy of mine, Collin and I share the same positivity in "Love" (as cheesy as that sounds) despite our disappointing pasts in that department. I've been enlightened to realize that 'player game' can be likened to good ol' PACMAN. You chase, then you run away, you gain sustenance but only use it for your selfish endeavors. All the best luck in that game before it bites you hard. Hence, my intolerance for applying that tactic to my love life. And homie didn't you realize? That game is plaaaayed out. There are many aspects to dwell upon my emotions, but I'd rather not for the sake of your more dire emotional burdens. To keep ya'll in tact, I ain't another priceless work of art in that Gallery (thanks Mario Vasquez) and for those who plan to and perhaps already have tried, you can't dull my shine.

PS. Two entries in one day? Whaaaat. I never knew I could be capable of that.