New Hope
My friend tells me that if it is meant to be, it shall be.
Her words are quite different as they are in a different language. Can we flex the nature of hell, the divine, how's holiday worded to be?
No matter how I feel, I should not chase it if it is not meant for a future of love.
Looking at a strong word does not make it a Pew Lonesome Dove.
If you admit to only being a season and only that, then you are not meant for me.
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