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Losing means losing to someone better By: Ben Costen on 5/9/2007; 8:34 PM The goal of life is to take love, to rob women of it. In one summer I took the love of five women. They were, all serious women, who guarded their lives and loves seriously. (...high cheekbones, dark black straight hair, bright red lips, short business skirts...) It was an honest removal. Like the clothing undressed itself. Wanting passion so badly, having sought it for the span of their lives, and now having found it, come by it so honestly, each one remitted to the passions within themselves. Our seriousness was only bested by our candid approach to the experiences life had blessed us with, and our candidness was only bested by our rugged style. (good looks) All five of them fell deeply (for me), and when I had left, each one fell into a deep depression. Missing now a whole part of their lives, (built over many years,) cultivated by past trysts, finding the right lipstick and appreciating short stubble on the right men, handsome men who had made them know they could acquire more of that type. Lost, all of that was gone from them now. From them into me, a bigger heart among a deficit of hearts.
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