‘I rather like [her].’
“Caesar liked Brutus, and look where it got him.”
And I wonder: is he different? Is he different?
Has he changed what he’s about?
Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?
I could say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
but I'm stuck like a dope with this thing called hope--and I can't get it out of my heart...
...not this heart.
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