The more that You say, the less I know
Wherever you stray I follow
I’m begging for You to take my hand
Wreck my plans
That’s my Man…
They tell you that you won’t find what you’re looking for until you stop looking. And this was no more true for me than in the last four months or so. Learning about myself through learning about You, learning about working together instead of against each other. Learning about what love actually looks like.
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Antisocial Darwinism 