Love is watching someone die. Who's going to watch you die?
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It's more for me than it is for anyone else. It's not what happens in my daily life, because I'm sure you don't care about that. It's the thoughts in my head, not that you care much about that either. Maybe I'll learn something about myself. Maybe you'll learn something about me.
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