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There's just some things that aren't even worth an explanation. Those things that can float on and on until they become lost within those monstrous clouds. I never look for justification or excuses. People are always going to be just that. People. We have all been there. Been the sinners and the saints. Simple words of dishonesty or condolences always go through the same ears. An I Love You, a Sorry, a Goodbye, can tear our souls apart. In different ways that is. These are just the things that aren't worth an explanation.

Words are loaded pistols. My heart is a smoking gun.