it may not always be so;and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s,…that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
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