I don't think anything. I've never been in love. It doesn't exist.
I am a butterfly. I'll fight to the death. The walls, the barriers, the pride, it all must die. Go ahead and pin me down, it's as close as I'll get to loving you. There is a desire for the dangerous. Hold me accountable, be better than I am.
The vulnerability is in the circumstance, in our stance.
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