The Rules Of Magic, My Dear, Are

There Are No Wrong Decisions ― Only Different Ones.

I Run After Her, Not Really Giving Chase. I’m Running Because I Can, Because I Must. Because I Want To See How Far I Can Go Before I Have To Stop.

Why Is It That Some Secrets Can Drown You While Some Pull You Close To Others In A Way You Never Want To Lose?

Write Like It Matters, And It Will.

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