Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness of witherings of tarnishings.
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the...
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It is after all the greatest art to limit and isolate oneself.