Unfolding Enveloping Missiles Of Soul.

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And I'm complicated, you won't get me. I have trouble understanding myself.
"So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was sustenance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream."
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  Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes

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