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The essence of love has a funny aroma to it. It sticks to the air in which it is breathed out and it is sucked back in the lungs. The essence of love has a gripping smell.
I'm in between waiting for food and exictment I'm in between waitng for my car and joy I'm in between waiting for shoes and anxiousness As you can see I'm waiting
To be heard in a crowd full of peopleis like looking down from an airplaneWe are all ants hereNo one is differentEveryone is the sameWhen I speak do you really hear?
I t ’ s a l l a h a z e. A B L O B, a b l u r. n t I’m u c r a n. e i