"What am I supposed to do when every laugh is as refreshing as a summer's draft...you've blocked the road to your heart, but I'm forging my own path...past the dead end lies and the insecure forks in the road...trust, for you, is a burden, but I'll carry that load...but for every mile I progress, you take your heart further away...you may be afraid of love, but those fears I promise to allay..."
-A. Lewis
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