Whatever it is, Gemini as it's always been, there are two sides. I am so glad it's over and the final red hand slapped me in the face enough to walk away. Wait a minute, I just saw her beautiful face and imagined it demeaning herself in unfathomable proportions, just to stay alive. Why put yourself in that position? Baby, which Hell is not that bad? Your favorite feeling is worth it. Then, there I am again, back to square one trying to repaint the surface a different color. She claims "you won't ever regret it" and fuck me was she ever wrong.