“And in the end,
we were all just human..
drunk on the idea
that love,
only love,
Could heal our brokenness” F. Scott Fitzgerald
” And in the end, we were all just human, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.” Yet so much beauty is hopelessly wasted on us. We’ve become mindless and aimless creatures.
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