Real. Isation. Oh, what the fuck.
Purpose, purpose, purpose, purpose, porpoise.
Perhaps a stranger, she could love.
You always support my everchanging moods, minds, and eccentricities. Considering where we've been...I appreciate it more than you know. Judgments are never made. You just understand me. AC, I love you. And I'm not talking about air conditioning.
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