I get myself wound up and irritated when I slip and startΒ thinking that Iβm anything more the barest, thinnest whisper of matter…one thatβs meant to do anything besides love, laugh, and dream.
I get myself wound up and irritated when I slip and startΒ thinking that Iβm anything more the barest, thinnest whisper of matter…one thatβs meant to do anything besides love, laugh, and dream.
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