I wasn't satisfied...I spent so much time painting your wall...I forgot to tape up some berries and some emblyms of love and character that can only come from the most intimate part of me. I forgot in all of those strokes, that it's just paint. That no matter what I do to you to make you look better in my eyes, you're still just a single wall...in a small room, with no windows.
-Me.
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