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Love.
love.
love the lovers.
I am imposing something on myself.
LIfe is a great mystery. My relationship between other and myself.
There is a concept that I have lately tried to convey of the point and the infinity.
Irony is that this topic is the one that comes up today - the one I'm on.
The lovers.
I could say millions of things about them. I love the lovers. Choice.
Nothing is real without choice. Make one, and you think you're free - the the integration begins.
The lovers.
Choice.
Bah.
I half ass.
Lovers.
Choice.
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