Patterns of sincerity lie dying in puddles of deceit that are
being perpetrated by those that are fickle and total liars,
only wanting to take all love.
Using it fully and then running away from people, leaving them
hopelessly bereft, empty heart and feelings of intense sadness
that grows and expands within a once loving human being.
Now isolated and forlorn living in worlds of their own, not
wanting to join in or live anymore, devastated in jungles of
heartbreak, caused by insincerity.
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