Jargon Of Love It’s suddenly transparent that I’m no longer a dreamer. The vitality of our partnership prevails over apprehension.
If I decided to write a memoir, you’re the first one I’d be obliged to praise. You are liable for unearthing the best version of me, a proprietor of my development.
The sole proprietor of my heart and soul. I now take ownership of charismatic features. I call it – escapism of a silhouette.
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