Love, love, love. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
HIt me! Just once. i want to feel something.
Sometimes I think I was born backwards... you know, come out of my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate, and the people I hate...
Anger, Jealousy, Bitterness, Tiredness, Hope, Lust, Love. It’s everywhere. Its conceptual. You just can’t see it.
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