I have no great love stories to tell. I am a woman. And I have lived without love. The way a cactus lives without water , in the heat of the desert. I have lived without love the way a fish lives without air. Only in the most unnatural way... the way jailed men live without freedom. A prisoner of my own vices. I have lived without love, my heart caged its key thrown into an abyss never to be found. I have been a warrior fighting the bloodiest of wars. Taking no prisoners, drawing first blood, sleeping with clenched fist, and gritted teeth. Not for patriotic reasons, nor in sand dunes or jungles (though I am not much different from a mercenary, fighting for the benefits of oneself). I had goals. Ambitions. And nothing or no one, and most certainly not even love, was unworthy of becoming an enemy if it stood in my way. And I long. I long for love, like leaves that have never felt the gentle caress of the wind. I have lived without love, like a sunless sky, I have lived without love, willing to die.
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