... it is always like throwing yourself headlong off a cliff. Worse. A different cliff. e.v.e.r.y. time.
Nothing can be lost unless it is filled with the intent to be. and if I should lose you.
When I lie tangled in your hair and fettered to your eyes, the birds that wanton in the sky know no such liberty.
Nothing can be lost unless it is filled with the intent to be. and if I should lose you.
- To have and not have is a false dichotomy.
- I would help you pack.
When I lie tangled in your hair and fettered to your eyes, the birds that wanton in the sky know no such liberty.
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