Running was the way he dreamed. Having never been in control of his life, his idea of freedom was simply to break free. He dreamed of being at the mercy of the wind, carried aloft and blown here and there, a life of true randomness instead of always being part of someone else's purpose.

Power-lust is a weed that grows only in the vacant lots of an abandoned mind.

Intimacy with one person could do this-empty the world of friendships, give a distaste for women's kisses and their bright chatter, make the ordinary world a little unreal and very uninteresting.

I&#39;m big-busted... I can&#39;t always wear the cutest bras, and it makes me so mad.

Written By Jessica Simpson

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