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I always pitied those that believed
that the truest loves lasted forever.
And when I die they'll call me a whore, but I'll be warm in my coat quilted in a thousand lover's hearts and smile for knowing more.
Life is a struggle to resist inflection of experience's affliction, to maintain inner formation, to see through hypnosis, to wear your own theories and the isolation that ensues.
Life is creating your own logic.
Love is meeting someone who makes your forget it all.
that the truest loves lasted forever.
And when I die they'll call me a whore, but I'll be warm in my coat quilted in a thousand lover's hearts and smile for knowing more.
Life is a struggle to resist inflection of experience's affliction, to maintain inner formation, to see through hypnosis, to wear your own theories and the isolation that ensues.
Life is creating your own logic.
Love is meeting someone who makes your forget it all.