The more I walk away from love, the more I believe in it. Ironical! Not logical to me.
Maybe someday I'll feel love again. My gut tells me it won't be soon. I break a mirror every year or so.
My father brought this potate one night. I took some pictures of it and than my brother gave it as a birthday present to a girl. Some unique things happen to us only for a moment.
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