We are perfect in our imperfection... sometimes a person gets carried away and overlooks some obvious things, as if the person has an invisible blindfold. Regardless of whether it is longing, falling in love, being loved, the heart has no limits, not even in geography. Those are only days when love betrays the heart, when it seems that your whole world has collapsed with your morning coffee...
We get used to value brutality over pleasure. Is it...
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