I simply must succumb to such a truth.
I don't wish to use them all the time, though.
Often, they are inadequate.
Here, I want to express my abstract emotion, and once again am limited by language and this stagnant transmission.
(I just remembered to remind her about GRE's!)
I'd love a world to retreat to, with you.
We'd come back to this world as if time stood still, waiting on us.
Non-fiction:
Today, we talked tough.
Plans.
Maps.
United at a time, the same.
All, of course, if Yahuah allows..
But then to abstain until time to create.
Pray for us.
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