You’re given choices and freedom in exchange for your heart and you gladly trade –happily- you walk away with a smile on your lips and a skip on your step, then what? You sit at home, thinking, perusing your decisions, wasting away like the rotten handles in your great-grandma’s coco wood staircase. Is it love? Is it pain? Is it you? Is it real?
Written by my friend, Jed... Thanks Kubs...
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