"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." - Anais Nin
Life's getting tough? I don't care. Cawi writes. Cawi spreads. Cawi inspires.
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