Thank you friends
My best friend, lover
I feel compromised, you make compromises,
we end up singular, you go wander.
Some wear their hearts on their sleeves,
and some just want to explore,
some just grieve,
and never know what they are looking for.
My best friend, lover
I feel compromised, you make compromises,
we end up singular, you go wander.
Some wear their hearts on their sleeves,
and some just want to explore,
some just grieve,
and never know what they are looking for.
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pelin:
I admit it - I'm not that athletic at all so the pommel horse thingy wouldn't work out very well for me. However, I wouldn't mind sitting back and watching others take a hand at it! 
electric:
nietzsches whole problem was he needed to hump more legs.