Damn, I don't know what I want. That brief happiness, already gone? But she still feels, she feels more than before. I grow weary of her. Of this whole thing. Hahaha, love grows, love fades, and I won't stay around long enough to pick up the pieces. We can't change who we are, what we need; I always want the unobtainable and tire of the ones I fought hard to have.
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