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  <title>Love Hurts Sometimes..</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;There&apos;s three things in this world that I&apos;m living for.&amp;nbsp; Gerard.&amp;nbsp; Brendon...and the tiny lifeform growing inside of him.&amp;nbsp; If it weren&apos;t for those three, even though one cannot even live without the aid of the one he or she grows inside of--I would be dead.&amp;nbsp; I saw it early on--my love for the two boys growing.&amp;nbsp; Both happened unexpectedly, yet I could not deny my feelings for them.&amp;nbsp; Still, knowing how I felt did nothing to ease the pain I was feeling.&amp;nbsp; I tried to give both equal attention and do my job as I saw it, but no matter what I did, I still ended up hurting one of them.&amp;nbsp; Each suffered from jealousy and in seeing them suffer, so did I.&amp;nbsp; My heart couldn&apos;t handle it.&amp;nbsp; That once trustworthy muscle in my chest rattled and broke.&amp;nbsp; I came home from the hospital today.&amp;nbsp; Brendon hasn&apos;t been looking well lately.&amp;nbsp; He keeps getting sick and that worries me.&amp;nbsp; My babies need to be in good health.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Some may criticize the situation we&apos;re in but...I love my boys and I always will.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t care what anybody else has to say about it.&amp;nbsp; They are my angels in disguise.</description>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I just moved from New York City.&amp;nbsp; Had to get away from the area.&amp;nbsp; Had to escape reality for a while.&amp;nbsp; I didn&apos;t bother telling anyone, which I half-regret.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m just looking for fun.&amp;nbsp; For things my ex-wife couldn&apos;t give me.&amp;nbsp; Well...ex-wives.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve been married three times.&amp;nbsp; Recently I&apos;ve started to see...well, male prostitutes as well as females.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m not saying I&apos;m gay...maybe just open to the experience.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m not sure what to write here, so it&apos;s mainly random thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Mundane ones.&amp;nbsp; What did I do today...got up, showered, drank a cup of coffee.&amp;nbsp; Black with one Sweet n&apos; Low.&amp;nbsp; Jogged in the park.&amp;nbsp; Played the keyboards.&amp;nbsp; Went out for lunch.&amp;nbsp; Worked part-time.&amp;nbsp; Piano lessons.&amp;nbsp; After a lesson it&apos;s hard to going to the streets to find what I want.&amp;nbsp; After teaching some young, innocent kid, after seeing them look up at me as a role model?&amp;nbsp; If their parent&apos;s only knew I could be found in back alleys, paying for that twinkish boy to drop to his knees for me.&amp;nbsp; If they only knew...if anybody&amp;nbsp;knew...</description>
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