I just want to tell you. But I choose not to. I just want to be able to explain it to you. But I choose not to. I just want to see you. But I choose not to.
I choose not to because it will hurt me more than to stop myself and not do what I want to do.
And no. I am just blowing this up more than what it really is.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
The intent of no intent
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