Sometimes, I am sad. Sometimes, I am not. If I couldn't feel sorry for myself every now and then, I might forget that I'm a woman.
He is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Occasionally I plunge wrecklessly into overthought sentimentality, and I should be ignored...
and quite possibly ashamed.
"Forever" is just a calming agent; it satiates the ego's lust,...
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