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As time passes, all I want to be is me.

The wind howled as it often did on quiet winter days. The leafless trees rustled like scratchy dogs and underneath patches of dirt spoiled the once lush green fields of Cattlebury Field Farms. Now it was

...Love's such an old fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our