Life, where infatuation is every defensive liberal constraint, would they find what would paint your body in gold because the rose wouldn't make the wounds of what difference could make you scar every way we bleed, it wasn't part of you, it was just a mark of every sinister, the devil advocate is bliss, but the charm of your eyes who cry because it would reflect the water when the light couldn't see the way you understand the rain but the clouds form the way we gleam the changes of the sun who couldn't see the moon because our eyes are wondering what we can't understand every meaning, every feeling.
You can fight what you have won before you realize the idea of how other people question what they believe in could take your answer over determination, it's half of your balance and it will make you find a place where others are reasoning value, but one who couldn't find the aspect of every persons life where were all about change before it's gone. Will you settle with difference or what makes others feel distant or would you show vexation because you couldn't believe in your world the way we conquer every emotion but have every reason to show a person for what makes us substantial. It's all about reliability.
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