Even priceless treasures can be faked.

You speak in riddles that you almost hope he understands. Your fear is that you’re afraid of the very thing you’re chasing; your worry is that you’ll never have the chance to figure it out. The only way to know something truly frightens you is to experience it, after all.

I scratch your back and you scratch mine; he’ll run off before he’ll hold up his end of the bargain. He doesn’t have to go anywhere but he’s gone, honey, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be.

You’re a sweet girl and you deserve good things, but don’t expect to find gold and diamonds in yesterday’s trash.

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