you're a dream to me
they’d lied to me and betrayed me, leaving jagged edges where all my trust had been, and i didn’t like or respect or admire them any more, but still i loved them. i had no choice. i understood that, perfectly, standing in the white wilderness of snow. you can’t kill love. you can’t even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can’t kill love itself. love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good...and it can never die.
lets take this city by storm
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