Mario Savioni
1 min readApr 30, 2020

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Hey, that’s my story, but I don’t blame her really. I am my own worst enemy and I know it, but if I can live me, why couldn’t she? I saw her flaws and I still loved her. Better, why would someone who didn’t love waste five years? I knew she didn’t love me; I expect she knew she didn’t love me too. That’s the weirdest thing. You love, it’s an action. I took action, although I admit it was easy. It was probably much harder for her. Oh, whatever. It’s no one’s fault, like I said I knew it was too good to be true. You’ve got to get over blame Tesia. You can’t blame anyone else but yourself. There were red flags everywhere. You would of had to be blind and deaf.

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Mario Savioni
Mario Savioni

Written by Mario Savioni

I work in photography, poetry, fiction, criticism, oils, drawing, music, condo remodeling and design. I am interested in catharsis. Savioni@astound.net.

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