Is it so strange to be in love with an idea of a person. It’s a stunning high, really, because when that one trips clumsily, it’s easy to reach and help them. The service award wanting the pleasure of others I could go a lifetime passing up the high of knowing something different. Bless the first times meeting the one who causes this drowning. There are innocent accidents so many new things to try down and underneath we know this is working when we start to speak this silly language. There are a handful here that understand every word I wish to have your audience we could share and take turns reciting the words in titles. The morning is our dark friend some try an avoid her staying up all night reversing the sleep cycle. Everyone changes, still, there are the devoted few that demand a poem to keep their minds distracted, keeping just busy enough, in order to delay the start of another real day.
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