Reaching out to your place burble of this water. Feel the scent of this spring and why when I need to look at survival, some other fragrances reaching to me. I just want to smell your, them far away I feel and I recognize, I don't want any other. Sometimes I think your suffering and pain inside me is causing more pain and terrible I know the meaning of living without you, I don't need it. I'm not finding it anywhere except for the sanctuary of knowledge with you, because what we mean pride if you love the show. I'm more proud of this big love would not even exist. I learned to be used and discarded, stepped on and humiliated. All that I can hold and worse pain I can take, but my sense of life to you is love. I love you, always in every place, and don't let it bother you I love you this much, let me love you have no pride.
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