Had you got to me little by little,
I could have stopped it,may be.
Thank you for coming.
Good bye. The end. Full stop.
You came at me full steam ahead,
hitting me like a train instead.
. . .
It’s not about what you have done, Or what you can do. It’s not a thing that’s bound to reality. Our unhappiness is bound only by our i...
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