the most beautiful girl man, i dig her, we know time

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i want to hear all of your love stories.
what's made you feel that unmistakable ache, that stab in the mind, the sighs, the fear of approach and the reluctance to be vulnerable and the knowledge that you are bare and weak, strong and uncontrolled.
love is a contradiction?
i hate the feeling of it. no problem with love itself, just the way it feels.
my friend wonders why; she thinks that love is embodied in what i choose to say and think and feel.
i can't really explain it either.






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