I don't care what you are.
I care that you are.
If it were up to me
I would know you as you have always been.
If it were up to me
I would keep you wild!
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
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