‘You’re not going to tell me what to do.’
It’s a motto,
an anthem,
a generational theme,
a mantra,
an ode,
an adage,
a melody,
a ballad,
a poesy,
a limerick
and a ruse
and it is
bereft of any flaws, and fastened by logic.
There are times when I stayed and I should have left. And there are times when I should have stayed, and still I left. There are times I ove...
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