Love & War, music, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

Perfect Strangers

If you want to stay, stay. If you want to go, go. I can’t make you do either and even if I can, how long before I need to convince you again? All I know is…

“You’re here with me now, I don’t want you to go.”


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