it has been 23 years and I am still searching stone for rock. (this is body language for "need to love") Before I made it through one year of breathing-- I spilled paint on the front of my body that said, "Next On the Cross"
You know, I like tea. But I don't need it all over me. That's the difference between you and tea.
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