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If I wrote up a petition banning you from entering into another's heart for the rest of your life, the trees would grow arms, develop motor skills, call me out, and sign it.
I'll offer you my lungs if you can spare me you're courage. I sat staring at a bump in the paint on your wall.
I sit. Click my tongue. Fester in the anticipation of a mutual agreement. But nothing. Destruction of my current ideals.
May the force be with you.
I feel like there is some cosmic force connecting us together, but I'm too afraid to trust it. I've never been too good with strength.