P.P.P. Not that anyone can fend off this natural tendency; we all become mature. I owe you some kind of adoration. The lesson is learned eventually, nothing is truly pure. A shadow will be suspended over each episode that holds your haunting reflection. I wonder what will happen as the light shines... Sign in to see full entry.
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