Running With Scissors
Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdomWhat's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart
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Where to begin? I'm a lover, not a fighter. Give me liberty or give me death. I was born a poor black child. Tis better to give than receive. One day at a time. These boots are made for walking.
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