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| taken from weheartit.com |
I look high and low. I stop.
It's my window pane. Staring too long. Bite my own lips. Wishing they were yours.
Anyway, this is not funny. And this is not entertaining.
Because longing for you means I'm losing you.
No one practically wins.
We, people, tend to get hurt by our own feelings. And sometimes, it hurts very much.
I wish I were better than this. At least to make things fine.
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