I don't love you. Rather, you are the wall against which I chose to break myself. You will never move. I will never stop. And if ever you do move to embrace me all that lies between us will be lost.
I read these things, and everything I've written - every poetic thought I felt I'd expressed well - seems so inadequate. You take a few words and make them music.
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I read these things, and everything I've written - every poetic thought I felt I'd expressed well - seems so inadequate. You take a few words and make them music.
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