Recidivist wrote:
Revising my old schemes, residing in a dream in disguise, all that I despise in everybody's eyes lives inside, hating what I hate is what makes me relate to this life, feeling full of nothing turns me into something full of fire.
Don't start me about fire metaphors.
I'll go on a bit of a rant.
I can relate to clocks too -- especially when they have hands.
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.