stuck staring at each other across a wide divide divine interference has come to us again miserably we stare at each other, waiting for one to get closer but it never happens, and we'll never know when we grow up hating each other, you called monkey face and things like that and me, trying not to be carver fringie, yet failing the evil built up inside me for minutes, days, months, years the time it took them to write "the sum of all fears" minutes of my existance wilt and die away never to be repeated in any way what we do is what we are stuck with with every passing minute that we have the life and the light with every passing minute, it fades.Birth sign: Aries
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