If you're looking to save me from myself, don't. N if your expecting me to reciprocate the same gesture, I won't. Taking self away doesn't change who we are. Yet free to be could do wonders for the heart. Giving it a nudge to witness its response. Damn near reviving the pulse to awaken for reconnaissance. I wouldn't stop you from touching what your curiosity wants to know. It could just be the crave in which I myself have waited too show. It's better to add to the makings eyed cannot see than to turn inside out. The comfort of comprehending such composure is as attractive as lips physical attributes tasted by the mouth. To get is to get closer enough to where context never becomes flush. Arousing pleasures on all levels into a handlebars of luv. Where the mind rests is where the heart will follow until there's nothing left to access. As it creeps away with thoughts as it wanders to be found at best. So to be emptied by saving by self from self just isn't something that intrigues me. We must be who we are n not a false sense of our own realities. Reinvent ourselves before like we're not good enough for the moment to share us together n with. Just live and adapt to new beginnings awaiting your bliss...
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