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[Jan. 9th, 2029 | 08:58 pm] |
Live to the limits, they say. Go all out. Give all. And that's what I'd persevered to do for so many years of my life. But sometimes the beauty, the joy, the enticement, excitement of an act, a word, a feeling, a thought, is in fact, magnified where there is reservation. A speck, a smudge, a splatter, or remnants. And because control is with intention, the knowing of it is even more fragile. Vulnerable. Real. But more so, to give all can be stupidly painful when you ain't ready to take it all in. And it can spill out to those whom you affect. And so, I want love, with a price.
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