Don't speak
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It's killing me and it's killing you. Unrequited love, different categories of love. Honestly, I'm to blame for having made the mistake of agreeing to it in the start. My strange conviction that it would suffice. Then, like a shooting star zipping down from the skies, I came to a quick dawning that there was more to love. I could have so much more. Please don't hurt yourself, I want to be free.
Feeling slightly emotional now, I could use a warm embrace.
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