Languages: bane/adoration of my existence. Interpreting what someone means, that subtle dance... I can dance, I love dancing. This KICK, this hello I'm here, the Silence that follows... it just hurts. These days I'm such a genuine flower. I want love. Genuine love. The flim flam flibbity hullabaloo doesn't interest me.
Depeche Mode - The Things You Said
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