For all those years that seem so gray, we’ve been on respective struggles like a wounded soldier in a distressed situation. I believe in heaven as much as I believe in you, and I’m sorry if I’m too late, sorry if I’m too wicked to you, for I’m jolting on my way up in here while being pulled down by something below. The very first time I saw you, I sense somewhat distinctive, special and inimitable and full of high regard, somehow. Our time has come but the whole thing appears so unsure, ...
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