The weekend stays with me. I find the sacred, secret, circle is everywhere. It's all beautiful. I should give shit where shit is due. And I do tell it, to who is full of it. It's not the world according to me. I find it happens naturally. You just say it. I see that's the way. You can run, but you can't hide. I will do what I have to do to forgive, let go, and move on. When the time comes to reckon, I reckon I will be the sacred angel of love. That's me. What else can I do, if I want to be loved? What other course to take with those who hold your heart? No other way. Unconditional love. No strings, just love.
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