Name: Wood Classification: Theory Stage: Hypothesis
Know me, broken by my master
Teach thee on child, of love hereafter
— from Alice in Chains - “Would?"
Ink uses the word “would” altogether too often.
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You don’t have to wait any more,
Just close your eyes,
It’ll all be all right.
I’m sorry for wasting your time,
And stealing your lines,
When I ran out of mine.