Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls … - Rob Thurman

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What men call knowledge, is the reasoned acceptance of false appearances. Wisdom looks behind the veil and sees.

Rob Thurman

Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way into my very center, I couldn’t tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part.

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