I’ve got plans. High-flying plans. Visions for the future, remnants of the past. It doesn’t hurt to dream, but it kills to make mistakes. Do you have what I need? Do I have what it takes? I’ll step out proud and blindly. Ignorance inflates. And when I crash to splinters, remind me I’m too late. I have plans for everything. I have plans for you. But I won’t plan to love again with just my plan as proof
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