The little girl just could not sleep because her thoughts were way too deep into her mind had gone out for a stroll and fallen down a rabbit hole
Trust is like a paper once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again you can flatten the paper and try and make it as straight as you want but it will never be perfect again
And I'd choose you in a hundred lifetimes in a hundred worlds in any version of reality I'd find you and I'd choose you
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