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“Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.” - Molière
Love Me Regardless:
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Weeping moons and torrential stars are all I have left to give you, please love me regardless
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When I lie motionless in mirrored realm and emerge with wings painted in cascading pain, please love me regardless
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I have an aching suspicion, a lurking dread that I may be but endless and infinite, I wish I could save you from this atrocity, please love me regardless.
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