“It would be almost impossible.”
“Loving the almost.”
I think it’s time for me to put this doubt on the shelf
and keep it there for ever, right beside my former self.
You seem to think there’s nobody like you;
day after day don’t know what you might do.
‘Can’t understand what it really feels like;
something so small is killing you inside.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map