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I guess we can never own someone... Sadly...
All problems start when we start hanging on to people and not let them have the freedom that we ourselves value. Very true!
No one owns anyone, which is why it's so amazing when someone actually likes us. Everyone goes, some returns, and it's all of their own free will.Be well, my dear.
oh but how much i want to own them at times.
Deixe suas linhas tortas │Leave your crooked lines│