Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can anybody deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.
To know you means a lot of things: lot of love, lot of dreams.
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To explain you means my heart in show.
Maybe we should speak our minds…
…it’s not that I’m insecure; I just need to be sure..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map