You always choose such right words when you write words. And you create beautiful things for your shop. It is hard to choose between the two, isn't it?
I wish you didn't have to choose but can surely understand what it's like being scattered and not having enough time to fully commit. Plates in the air all turning wobbly on sticks is the story of my life.
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Very wise choice of words.
I try to hold on to my own hurtful words but sometimes they flee my gaping mouth.
You always choose such right words when you write words. And you create beautiful things for your shop. It is hard to choose between the two, isn't it?
I wish you didn't have to choose but can surely understand what it's like being scattered and not having enough time to fully commit. Plates in the air all turning wobbly on sticks is the story of my life.
And yet, sometimes, the surrender is inevitable.
I want you to know I miss you very much and there be-eth (not a word - i iz lame) a red rose cloud of love following you about in my absence.
exactly.
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