Service 2012
To speak of love is to confess.
The interesting part is not that I already know myself so well, but that I instead choose not to use that information to my advantage.
To this day, this kind of action, or inaction rather, is source of confusion for me.
Why would a player capable of hitting it over the park, punt?
When You Were Mine 
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