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We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.
I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
but what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose.
Bright lights might say your name, but they only light the stage —
nothing there to prove.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map