People walk through your life with no sense of love.
Each one of them uses your heart to squeeze reliability from your lips.
You could never say no because you care too much.
Your soul is nothing but a sliding door for the selfish population.
"Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson
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