Well, there is always tomorrow!
Let me borrow your heart.
You reap what you sorrow.
Sorrow reaps.
Slowly, weeps.
Creaks and Groans.
Sticks and stones.
Can't ever hurt me.
But you can.
So, let me borrow your heart.
So, if you crush mine, I'll always have yours.
To crush...
...Or keep.
Oh, decisions.
The root of all evil.
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