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New York is the coolest city. The place just never sleeps. It's amazing.
I think that when you don't see the boundaries, you cross them without even knowing they exist in the first place.
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.
I shall be with Christ, and that is enough.
Please all, and you will please none.