3m the Scotchtape of Life
Once to stand before our Maker, to say, "I Meant well," shouts out as the state of a mind's deeply rooted feelings toward... Whereupon, if of a veneered propriety; just same as a promise never made, but to yourself now, one that Might hold forever yours to keep.
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