I recognize myself for my zeal.
When I love,
I commit religiously.
I have to search for continuity.
The archetype of balance in my mind
presents itself like a foggy day in the city.
My reflection is a little cloudy.
No one told me to watch my step They want to let me be because they want to let me love. But I feel cautionless I feel like breezy...
we are both a little damaged but my broken pieces fill in yours like sand mending broken glass i've decided that stronger feeling is a...
A pair of trees, but not a couple. A Poplar and a Pine. The needles seem too sharp, but something about the way it shines makes me watch...
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