woke up and I had it all clear, love, ours is a space problem.
I want to have a space in your actions but you already have filled every space in your life. Break into your world is forcing things, is like trying to write a novel the margins of a book that has no lines available.
The issue would be simpler if it were a bundle of love or heartbreak, but we are far from such lawsuits. I guess I'll have to accept that I am a character in another story, someone who suddenly thought it was a good idea to sneak in a story that could have a happy ending, regardless of whether life does not allow that kind of poetic license.
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