junction…Good name in man and woman Is the immediate jewel of their souls. He who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ‘Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
so that’s why i asked you to hurry; to sit by me if it’s only need then it will wear wearily upon only me kpl
My eyes would discard those things that would threaten to force my heart torn between that which is warm and that which is now forlorn. This house is no home; it’s a place to press, press it out until it’s gone. It’s all gone from here now. Speak no feeling, no, I don’t believe you. [...]
“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it, Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it. ‘Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it. My love to love is love but to disgrace it; For I have heard it is a life in death, That laughs and weeps, [...]
the scope is, or could be far reaching… you never know what the people around you could be hiding; how free does that make you feel?
of all my dealings in which love stands before me, shielding me from certain aspects which are certain depths of life; A price is still meant to be paid, and I pay it in the profoundness of pain of life
can’t think about anything anymore all your sulking, all your sweat and i don’t wanna do it agian, but i’m gonna do it again. how the hell do i find myself when i’m lost in my head? gonna fuk it all up again–behind a smile i can’t go away, all your memory is here
can’t think about anything anymoreall your sulking, all your sweat and i don’t wanna do it agian, but i’m gonna do it again.how the hell do i find myself when i’m lost in my head?gonna fuk it all up again–behind a smile i can’t go away, all your memory is here
can’t think about anything anymoreall your sulking, all your sweat and i don’t wanna do it agian, but i’m gonna do it again.how the hell do i find myself when i’m lost in my head?gonna fuk it all up again–behind a smile i can’t go away, all your memory is here
I’m not sure who’s fooling who here, as I’m watching your decay. We both know you could deflate a Southern hurricane. It seems like you and your tribe decided you’d rewrite the law: Segregate the mind from body, from soul.
