January 31, 2009, 22:14
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Sometimes I buy rather uncomfortable shoes, just so I can have them in my closet, eventually put them on and feel so very extravangant looking.

Sometimes, I pick a man that is naturally uncomfortable, just so I can feel extravagant and in pain, pull him out of my head and remember how much it has made me learn.

Comfortable shoes, as comfortable men, are made for the daily basis. They can make you happy, for a while. But in the lonely low self esteem evenings, you pick the ones that make you feel beautiful and hurt.

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