…your beauty is immense, yet, you have a mind that makes no sense; be bold, and surely it’s worth will pour over your patience…
It’s a lot when you’re just not sure, I mean, I thought I knew me; that turned into a slammed door, I knew nothing innocently – never on purpose – although, who wouldn’t want to know themselves? All I am sure of, is that I am a servant looking for ways to prevail…
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