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Trust me, if God wished that thou see the heavens he would hast made it on earth

Don’t act like men do to show how strong they are.

The power with which you speak is God himself

So tasty I need more and more and more

Little did I know love and hate have no boundaries

Grant me this stage allow us compose this play of a forever fortunate ending.

Love is for the Jokers — does who careless of the thoughtful and put interest in irrelevance.

My heart of stone is softened by breeze. It kept me in a fragile state.

Love flows like the air you take in. What you breathe out will be your choice to make.

You’ve reached the end — for now.