Stayed up late listening to indian accents,
a different color that is in a way funny, but actually illustrates my inability to accept.
Please, bust me some postal service, sir.
One of my friends is now gone; he is looking for himself. If I could make a wish for someone to find love, I would indeed bid it on him. I know he will find it within time, but I wish it was only easier on his passionate heart.
Sometimes words were not meant to express.
Sometimes they're just there for you to imagine.
Always, love needs to be expressed,
do not hold it in within you.
mary
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