And her heart was the best part it would always calm the storm for those who were afraid of a little rain
Love lingers when the heart remembers to touch the light leaking from the soul
by R.M. Drake
People are like hours, they are changing all the time
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
I am not perfect nor will i ever be I am a work in progress and that is definitely good enough
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