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I Try To Be A Careful Person. Most Of The Time My Carelessness Is Completely Unintentional.

In My Experience, Desire Is Desire, Love Is Love.

As If When Someone Close To Us Dies, We Momentarily Trade Places With Them, In The Moment Right Before. And As We Get Over It, We’re Really Living Their Life In Reverse, From Death To Life, From Sickness To Health.

He Was My First Boyfriend, And I Made Him My Everything - He Was My New Life, My New Love, My New Compass Point. I Guess That's The Danger With Firsts - You Lose All Sense Of Proportion.

My Lines All Curve. I Tend To Connect The Wrong Dots.