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Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various things. So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mass and to stop the muscle that makes us feel. And we are so fragile and our cracking bones makes noise and we are just breakable girls and boys.
So...what is this thing called love? How do I know what I feel is love? I don't. How do I know that this isn't infatuation, obsession, or just a big crush? I don't.
I miss doing nothing and having a great time not doing it.
~Kathryn ♥
So...what is this thing called love? How do I know what I feel is love? I don't. How do I know that this isn't infatuation, obsession, or just a big crush? I don't.
I miss doing nothing and having a great time not doing it.
~Kathryn ♥