In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black.
And I held my tongue, as she told me
"Son, fear is the heart of love."
So I never went back.
Fear is not the heart of love. If it was, I'd be in the most perfect relationship ever, physically and emotionally gratifying to the utmost degree, with more
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I'll follow you into the dark
you have all the power you will ever need. you just need to take controll of it.
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You're a genius, Jordan. I tell ya.
Thanks bud.
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