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I don't want to meet you. I'm on the brink of falling desperately in love with you and that would be the push

I need, or don't. I'm well aware of the fact that we were made for each other a long time ago, for some extremely

obscure and morbid (if not fucked up) reason. But clearly, some mistakes were made. Where you charm should have been,

your divinity lies. You are so far above what I think I can afford right now, that I wonder if I'll ever be able to. Always

one step ahead, like a chess master. Deep down inside, I know there might be a chance that all my life, so far, has been

deeply influenced by you. You might be the reason why my sentimental life is so fucked up. Because I followed my instincts,

and I was damn right...and I kept doing that, despite the fact that my instincts basically screwed up everything later on.

My sixth sense is such a cheap fake. I know nothing, except that I love you. I love you in the most natural way, without

even knowing why. I love you 'cause I can't reach you, and you probably don't want me to. I love you so deeply, that I

can't see you. If I were ever to find out that I was one of your random "spoiled-princess'-cravings", my life would end.

My beliefs would tumble down like a pile of cards, shattered to tiny little pieces.

You're my grudge, and the only thing that keeps me alive. You're the only thing who hasn't changed in my life, and the

one thing I don't get tired thinking about. You don't even know I exist most of the time, and I don't think about you, but

there you are, in my subconscious, pulling the strings of my emotions.

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