The more I fall in love with me, the more of me I fall in love with; and, it seem like there is still so much more of me I need to get to know.
This seemingly a strange phenomenon is all too familiar. The mystery of me is like almost finding the source of the wind in its infinite, undisclosed- yet –all- around-me address. There really is so much more of me and I intend o fully engage in unravelling the mystery of me until I find the source of the wind.
This seemingly a strange phenomenon is all too familiar. The mystery of me is like almost finding the source of the wind in its infinite, undisclosed- yet –all- around-me address. There really is so much more of me and I intend o fully engage in unravelling the mystery of me until I find the source of the wind.
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