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Here I wait for you again today.

Atop a web of favor lightly sauced with the desired revenge of others.

Like a feather, once we are detached, we fall.

Even when you know you should be, sometimes you can't help it.

I don't live to please him.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Now is the time, youth, to make your mistakes.

Sometimes you have to trust.