these winding, twisting avenues they lead me in so many directions but every avenue leads back to you a jumbled mess of lefts and rights of going round and round in circles of endless days and sleepless nights lord knows I should tire be weary, exhausted, unable to go on but my heart leads me…
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I love you
I love you are not words you use often so when you utter them half awake or in a drunken state they hold so much weight