there are different wells within your
heart.some fill with each good rain,others are far too deep for that.in one
well you have just a few precious cups of water, that “love” is literally
something of yourself, it can grow as slow as a diamond if it is lost.your love
should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,only to someone who has the
valor and daringto cut pieces of their soul off with a knifethen weave them into
a blanketto protect you.there are different wells within us.some fill with each
good rain,others are far, far too deep for that
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