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from on top of the empire state complemts of a friend
The Jani Smyth Syndrome is a condition that normally comes over me when I’m too paranoid to catch a cat nap on the train because Mr. Killer is way too close for comfort…or my minds racings. Maybe you’ve suffered it too, in class when you really want to be home sleeping, or on a date with some lame, or high up in the doctor’s chair, do do do and all of a sudden you start to wonder the most strangest things…or not so strange…
Nah, I'm not buying it ether!
In love we have no control. This person can hurt you and you can’t control the depth of that pain, you can’t control the depth of your vulnerability. But isn’t that the beauty of love. Everything in life we control, what we wear what we say our choices everything we control; all that energy that goes into that, isn’t love beautiful in the fact that you don’t! Out of everything you don’t have any say in controlling it. Isn’t it refreshing to know that?
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from on top of the empire state complemts of a friend
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