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Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Reactionary: a man walking backwards with his face to the future.
my goal is to always come from a place of love but sometimes you just have to break it down for a motherfucker
Yet is beauty the pleasing trickery that cheateth half the world.
Most people that you talk to, they's intelligent. Like I said, "Most people."
There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it.