Unfolding Enveloping Missiles Of Soul.
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."
Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes
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