IT'S STILL LOVE.
I felt and endeavored brevity, not reachable, stormy, hate, forbidden to me, fear, couldn't give, believe, receive, but you still have to love some people, as with my parents giving their love in vain. It's still love...
There was limited love far and in-between my shrouded life. My values grew from within a lost and unhappy little boy. Financial security did not lead me to being hung up on money, but rather to give the best accolades and awards in life: The ones we give to others.
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