I love myself. I want who and what that makes my heart skip a beat; I want who and what takes me up on a rainbow
I seekthat who and what.
When I find the who and what, I whirl around the the who and what in solemn circles. Weaving along, a tapestry of promises, dreams and care. Guarding. Cherishing.
Somewhere along I lose my self. it goes flying along some tangent.
Now a self lost is but a selfless.
Selfish love is not a block, but a means to selfless love.
I seekthat who and what.
When I find the who and what, I whirl around the the who and what in solemn circles. Weaving along, a tapestry of promises, dreams and care. Guarding. Cherishing.
Somewhere along I lose my self. it goes flying along some tangent.
Now a self lost is but a selfless.
Selfish love is not a block, but a means to selfless love.
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