I walk a path. Rambling, meandering, winding, broken, yet perfect in its compulsion. Some places swept with tear-ripened growth, others purged of bitterness and padded only with sweet memory. Look close enough, and see my footprints on the cobblestone. There, a stumble, a tear in the tapestry; here, the leaping bounds of certitude, running full
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No spaces. ♥ :)
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<3
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