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I want to go back to being that kid who always had a ball making robots out of mud in his backyard. Untainted. No jealousy, envy, lust, hate, and the whole spectrum of emotions that portray human greatness and weakness at the same time. Relations and what a peculiar equation they are. On guard! One step two step. Forward Thrust. Riposte. Always trying to anticipate your opponents next move. Trying to outsmart her. Not letting your defenses down. Not wanting to be vulnerable, ever! Guess what? I am fucking done dueling. So my weapon is down. Come and take me! Because if you really do care you will know that I never intended to harm you. Anyways its the holy month Ramadan and my countrymen are fasting. I am not. I will though. I will fast from emotional/relational fencing. I will be pure again. So I can be yours. Love me. Hurt me. Do as you please. At the end I will be a better man because I loved and was loved.
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