To cherish more since it is consistently a mix-up. To whom you give everything mishandles what you believe. You generally wind up reviling who you love the most. The adoration wound harms the most that’s me. For having adored you, a terrible bohemian that doesn’t acknowledge that today he loses you.
In spite of the fact that you put the trickiness on my brow I can’t tear you from my spirit and my psyche for this affection that was covered in my heart. By God I’m erring yet great individuals. The terrible streak is with me.