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Spiraling, further and further away from that which is loved so dearly, that which is being helf onto with the iron fist of fate. all the while, being poked at by meer needles of plastic. Not knowing which wat to turn on the forked road: Left, to the temptations of lust and sex, right to the ever flowing trueness of true-love; happiness, gladness; no fear, greif or threat to that one true love. never having to decide, but always having the "one" there for you. to have and to hold, to love forever and express the true emotion.
well today was good. ><><>< :)
well today was good. ><><>< :)