I Need To Write About Love. I

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I Wept Because I Was Re-experiencing The Enthusiasm Of My Childhood; I Was Once Again A Child, And Nothing In The World Could Cause Me Harm.

May My Tears Run Just As Far, That My Love Might Never Know That One Day I Cried For Him.

He Never Falls Into The Trap Of The Word "freedom".

Fashion Is Merely A Saying: I Belong To Your World. I'm Wearing The Same Uniform As Your Army, So Don't Shoot.