There’s No Pattern To It, Except That It Happens To All Of Us, Of Course. I Can’t Plan For It. I Can’t Predict How It’ll End Up. Because Love Is Unpredictable And It’s Frustrating And It’s Tragic And It’s Beautiful. And Even Though There’s
Your joy will turn to ashes on your mouth and you will know the debt is paid.
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