And the worst part is that, if YOU are feeling this way, you can only imagine how much MORE the one who is actually going through it might be feeling, and that thought just makes you realise how insignificant your own feelings are...
I'm ready to sell my soul for a ticket out of here, to just be able to give a hug, to sit there in silence watching the smoke from each of our cigarettes swirl and intermingle in the air like acrobats performing their art in the circus tent...
Je t'aime my OSM.
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