When I'm not sure of my priorities,
When I've lost sight of where I'm meant to be
And like holy water washing over me,
You make it real for me...
Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring Becomes the rose
Your ability to speak does not make you intelligent, now go away.
"Trust is like a mirror.. You can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that motherfucker's reflection..."
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