They arrive one by one as we stand there watching, thoughts are running through my mind, who are these people i ask myself?
They have nice suits on, they aren’t my type of people. I don’t like suits I find them to put value on something that isn’t of value. I’m speaking about the characteristics of the individual that wears it. Not fond of them, these people they aren’t my type of people.
Then I realise what is my type of people? Who do I attract and who am I attracted too? The broken? The ones that have lived, and by lived I mean those who’ve had their hearts broken. Emotionally crushed and physically destroyed just to feel different? Who would I attract and who am I that would be attracted to another?
I hear a man call the private venue to a halt, he begins to give a…
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