How can you get someone off of your mind? I thought the way to do it was to have someone else occupy your mind. That hasn't worked out very well. Why is it that the more you want something or someone rather off of your mind, is the longer they stay dancing around your brain?
Having you on my brain is worse than having a song stuck in my head. The song I know will go away as soon as another song is played. You I can't tell if it will ever go away. Just because another person comes along, doesn't mean that you will be pushed to the far back of my mind. No, I can't see that happening at all. You are still on my brain and I think that's my broken hearts side effect. You will forever be on my mind.
My mind wants me to go, and my heart wants to stay. I think the two of them made some sort of compromise. My heart can't have you so it convinced my mind to always be thinking of you. Not much of a fair compromise, but it just may be better to deal with it that way. Rather than driving you completely away and forcing myself to forget about you. Now that I think of it, that it would be nearly impossible with the type of person you are, and with the way I see you everyday.
Yeah.....good job heart of mine! Good call! hehe =0]
Tuesday
Monday
BLIND
"Are you blind? Can't you see me standing here, waiting in line for you? Are you mine? Not just when you want to be, all of the time? Are you? Are you blind? Don't you see me standing here? Won't you tell me what it is I'm waiting to find?"
I try my hardest to compose my emotions. It is becoming more and more difficult as each day passes. I try my hardest to make myself invisible to you, but I know I'm not; and that's what hurts. The fact that you can see me, and you just choose to not acknowledge it.
Where are you when I need you? Where can I find you? Will this game ever end? Will you ever come forth into the light? Where are you?
For so long I've tried my hardest to make you blind to my existence, but I know it doesn't work. But why won't it work? Why can't you go away? It's hard to leave you if you don't leave. It's hard to make you blind. So now I've turned the tables. I'm the one that's blind now. I'm the one that's gonna pretend I don't see you. I think it will be easier this way. I cannot change you, but I can change me. I do not know how hard it may be to make myself blind to your presence; but I will try. It's hard to not look in your direction, but so far; I've been okay. It is hard to turn my cheek; from a sight my eyes desire soooo badly. But so fat, I've been okay.
I'm okay.
Believe it when I say it. It may be a lie, but believe it. Maybe you just giving up will help me give up. But then again, knowing the way my heart operates, that may not be the best idea.
I'm trying so hard to make my heart okay with everything that's happening. Even though it's not. I'm trying so hard to make my mind take full control over my emotions. Even though it shouldn't be in control at all. I'm trying so hard, for you.
"Are you blind?"
Don't be blind anymore. Don't pretend to be blind anymore. Leave that up to me.
I think I can do it now.................
I try my hardest to compose my emotions. It is becoming more and more difficult as each day passes. I try my hardest to make myself invisible to you, but I know I'm not; and that's what hurts. The fact that you can see me, and you just choose to not acknowledge it.
Where are you when I need you? Where can I find you? Will this game ever end? Will you ever come forth into the light? Where are you?
For so long I've tried my hardest to make you blind to my existence, but I know it doesn't work. But why won't it work? Why can't you go away? It's hard to leave you if you don't leave. It's hard to make you blind. So now I've turned the tables. I'm the one that's blind now. I'm the one that's gonna pretend I don't see you. I think it will be easier this way. I cannot change you, but I can change me. I do not know how hard it may be to make myself blind to your presence; but I will try. It's hard to not look in your direction, but so far; I've been okay. It is hard to turn my cheek; from a sight my eyes desire soooo badly. But so fat, I've been okay.
I'm okay.
Believe it when I say it. It may be a lie, but believe it. Maybe you just giving up will help me give up. But then again, knowing the way my heart operates, that may not be the best idea.
I'm trying so hard to make my heart okay with everything that's happening. Even though it's not. I'm trying so hard to make my mind take full control over my emotions. Even though it shouldn't be in control at all. I'm trying so hard, for you.
"Are you blind?"
Don't be blind anymore. Don't pretend to be blind anymore. Leave that up to me.
I think I can do it now.................
Friday
If It Kills Me
"And I was all alone with my hatred and the pain that was so bad it was like being tortured. Like being dragged slowly across a bed of razor blades. Pain so bad you'd take death with a smile just to get away from it."
Love hurts sooo bad. Bad enough to drive people insane. Bad enough to make people want to end they're lives.
"Well all I really wanna do is love you, a kind much closer than friends use. But I still can't say it after all we've been through. And all I really want from you is to feel me, as the feeling inside keeps building. And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me."
"For you....That's the strange thing. It's actually yours now. I don't know why it works this way, but I'm never gonna be able to get over you, and so from now on, every girl that I meet will be meticulously compared to you, and unfortunately none of them will be able to measure up to the false memory of what you and I once "had". Well maybe I can just keep it for a little while, and use it for small things like, I don't know, when I've had a really shitty day, or when I need someone to talk to, or if I need someone to move something really heavy, and then eventually, I'll give it back to you.....Unfortunately, it won't work that way....Why not?......Well, now that you have my heart, I'm pretty much an empty cavity inside, and for a lack of a better term, heartless. I will now treat each woman I meet with a passive aggressive contentiousness that will ruin relationship after relationship, for many years to come......."
You cannot live without your heart. If someone has your heart, you're gonna go to them; to get it back, to make sure they take care of it, or to just be there with them; because that's where your heart is. If your heart is with someone else, you're going to do everything you can to stay with your heart. Without your heart, you're dead. If your heart is happily beating in someone else's hands, your gonna leave it there. You're not going to take it and imprison it back within your ribcage. You're going to leave it there and push aside all the voices in your head. You're going to leave it there and completely ignore all the words they say that translate into "go away". You will leave your heart there in their hands. You will allow them to leave their fingerprints all over your heart from the way they squeezed so hard on it. You will allow them to step all over the chambers from their attempts to make your heart want to go away. You won't do a damn thing, because that's what your heart wants. That's where your heart wants to be. That's where your heart feels happie....for whatever reason.
"If I should be so bold, I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand."
Throw it, drop it, kick it, cut it, stab it, destroy it. It's still in your hands regardless.
"And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me.....it might kill me."
I'll try with all my might, to stay with my heart. I will swallow every word of hate that might want to slip from my lips. I will burst my eardrums just so that I won't have to hear the voices telling me to stop. I will smoke and drink my brain cells away just so that I won't have to ability to think of any reason to step away from what my heart wants. But eventually, deep down I can feel it, I will have to leave my heart behind....."it might kill me."
Love hurts sooo bad. Bad enough to drive people insane. Bad enough to make people want to end they're lives.
"Well all I really wanna do is love you, a kind much closer than friends use. But I still can't say it after all we've been through. And all I really want from you is to feel me, as the feeling inside keeps building. And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me."
"For you....That's the strange thing. It's actually yours now. I don't know why it works this way, but I'm never gonna be able to get over you, and so from now on, every girl that I meet will be meticulously compared to you, and unfortunately none of them will be able to measure up to the false memory of what you and I once "had". Well maybe I can just keep it for a little while, and use it for small things like, I don't know, when I've had a really shitty day, or when I need someone to talk to, or if I need someone to move something really heavy, and then eventually, I'll give it back to you.....Unfortunately, it won't work that way....Why not?......Well, now that you have my heart, I'm pretty much an empty cavity inside, and for a lack of a better term, heartless. I will now treat each woman I meet with a passive aggressive contentiousness that will ruin relationship after relationship, for many years to come......."
You cannot live without your heart. If someone has your heart, you're gonna go to them; to get it back, to make sure they take care of it, or to just be there with them; because that's where your heart is. If your heart is with someone else, you're going to do everything you can to stay with your heart. Without your heart, you're dead. If your heart is happily beating in someone else's hands, your gonna leave it there. You're not going to take it and imprison it back within your ribcage. You're going to leave it there and push aside all the voices in your head. You're going to leave it there and completely ignore all the words they say that translate into "go away". You will leave your heart there in their hands. You will allow them to leave their fingerprints all over your heart from the way they squeezed so hard on it. You will allow them to step all over the chambers from their attempts to make your heart want to go away. You won't do a damn thing, because that's what your heart wants. That's where your heart wants to be. That's where your heart feels happie....for whatever reason.
"If I should be so bold, I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand."
Throw it, drop it, kick it, cut it, stab it, destroy it. It's still in your hands regardless.
"And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me.....it might kill me."
I'll try with all my might, to stay with my heart. I will swallow every word of hate that might want to slip from my lips. I will burst my eardrums just so that I won't have to hear the voices telling me to stop. I will smoke and drink my brain cells away just so that I won't have to ability to think of any reason to step away from what my heart wants. But eventually, deep down I can feel it, I will have to leave my heart behind....."it might kill me."
Thursday
Sweetdreams?
What is the purpose of dreams? I don't understand why your mind puts these images in your brain, disturbing your sleep. No one can sleep peacefully if there's a huge dinosaur looking monster heading towards your child after they've already eaten your parents. Sometimes you can't even sleep with dreams of your lover being played over and over in your mind. Don't you think it's even just a little annoying trying to get them out of your head during the day and having no control of dreaming about them in the night? Isn't it disturbing having dreams of people you've NEVER seen in your life? Or dreaming of terrible things happening to the most important people to you? Or maybe even dreaming of everything being sooo perfect? Doesn't that annoy anyone? Or is it just me? Having everything be so perfect when you sleep, but then when you wake up, you know it is nothing like what you've dreamt? Having nightmares that scare the hell out of you, and then when you wake up you're terrified to do things with the play-by-play of your dream dictating every move you make? What is the main purpose of dreams? Why can't your mind rest like the rest of your body? Why doesn't your mind sleep? Where does your mind get all of these random scenarios? Just a thought...
Monday
Connection
"So I'll drive so far away, that I never cross your mind. And do whatever it takes in your heart, to leave me behind."
I guess I didn't drive far enough. Boredom struck and 11:11 last night. I think of a list of people I should call, people I wouldn't mind talking to. None of them I call, but on my mind they remain. Just for a quick moment, you cross my mind. Before my eyes blink, your number appears on the phone.
"We still got that connection."
Is this something that will ever go away? Will there ever be a time when I think of you and take a quick glance at the phone and instantly you dial the numbers to my phone? How does that happen? That is like the weirdest thing ever. How many other people do you know that as soon as they think of that one person, they end up calling or texting, or showing up at your door step? That is very weird. There was even a time, it was 3 o'clock in the morning; I had a dream of you and for some strange reason looked at the phone...RING RING RING....it was you. I don't understand it.
How can I stop this?
I guess I didn't drive far enough. Boredom struck and 11:11 last night. I think of a list of people I should call, people I wouldn't mind talking to. None of them I call, but on my mind they remain. Just for a quick moment, you cross my mind. Before my eyes blink, your number appears on the phone.
"We still got that connection."
Is this something that will ever go away? Will there ever be a time when I think of you and take a quick glance at the phone and instantly you dial the numbers to my phone? How does that happen? That is like the weirdest thing ever. How many other people do you know that as soon as they think of that one person, they end up calling or texting, or showing up at your door step? That is very weird. There was even a time, it was 3 o'clock in the morning; I had a dream of you and for some strange reason looked at the phone...RING RING RING....it was you. I don't understand it.
How can I stop this?
Wednesday
The Twelve Days of School
(To be sang along with the melody of "The Twelve Days of Christmas")
On the first day of school,
my teacher gave to me;
a desk with some gum underneath.
On the second day of school,
my teacher gave to me;
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the third day of school,
my teacher gave to me;
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the fourth day of school,
my teacher gave to me;
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the fifth day of school,
my teacher gave to me;
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the sixth day of school,
my teacher gave to me,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the seventh day of school,
my teacher gave to me,
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the eighth day of school,
my teacher gave to me,
8 different lockers,
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the nineth day of school,
my teacher gave to me,
9 pop quizzes,
8 different lockers,
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the tenth day of school,
my teacher gave to me,
10 different projects,
9 pop quizzes,
8 different lockers,
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
8 different lockers,
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the eleventh day of school,
my teacher gave to me,
11 nasty tacos,
10 different projects,
9 pop quizzes,
9 pop quizzes,
8 different lockers
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
On the twelfth day of school,
my teacher gave to me,
12 stupid F's,
11 nasty tacos,
10 different projects,9 pop quizzes,
8 different lockers
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
10 different projects,9 pop quizzes,
8 different lockers
7 chewed up pencils,
6 lousy partners,
5 worksheets,
4 broken crayons,
3 rotten apples,
2 pink erasers,
and a desk with some gum underneath.
.....it's time to go back to school....woo hooo!!!....(that was sarcasm) =0D
Monday
Amnesia
The strong desire to strangely develop amnesia. To suddenly forget how much I loved you. To forget how much I liked you. How much I really cared. I wish I could magically forget all the dreams I dreamt of you. Instantly forget the long night talks, that went straight to my heart.
"If I had one wish. One wish, one wish, one wish."
To forget. To forget the high hopes I had. To forget the thoughts of us being together....ever. To forget the way that I loved you. Forget the way I thought it felt so right. To forget. To no longer remember the pain it all causes to remember. To forget how it all began, even more, how it ended. To forget the days I ignored the voices telling me no. To forget the days I gave into the voices telling me not to give up. To forget the days when your voice lured me back to planet Pluto. To forget the days when your touch shot hurricanes of happiness through my veins. To forget it all. To believe it never happened. To believe it was all just my imagination. To know that it was all a beautiful nightmare. To forget everything. Anything and everything that makes my heart want to come right back to you. Anything and everything that makes my heart want to jump right back out and into your hands. To forget....you.
"If I had one wish. One wish, one wish, one wish."
To forget. To forget the high hopes I had. To forget the thoughts of us being together....ever. To forget the way that I loved you. Forget the way I thought it felt so right. To forget. To no longer remember the pain it all causes to remember. To forget how it all began, even more, how it ended. To forget the days I ignored the voices telling me no. To forget the days I gave into the voices telling me not to give up. To forget the days when your voice lured me back to planet Pluto. To forget the days when your touch shot hurricanes of happiness through my veins. To forget it all. To believe it never happened. To believe it was all just my imagination. To know that it was all a beautiful nightmare. To forget everything. Anything and everything that makes my heart want to come right back to you. Anything and everything that makes my heart want to jump right back out and into your hands. To forget....you.
Friday
Just Friends
"I think I could like you, but I keep holding back, cause I can't seem to tell if you're fiction or fact."
You want to be with me, this you've made clear. If you didn't our conversation wouldn't be so intimate. Baby isn't a name used for "just a friend". A kiss in certain places aren't meant for "just friends" to have. An 'I love you' isn't to be said the way it has been said to a "friend". The tension between us is impossible to be lust. Lust doesn't last very long. We've been at this for years now. So lust is out of the question. But it isn't love either. So what exactly is it then?
"More than friends, less than lovers."
That seems very true. There's something stopping us from being more than friends. Her. Why is she still on your arm? Why haven't you told her yet? It can't be because you love her, I find that impossible now. You haven't made it clear in any way that she is the one you love. So why? Why haven't you left her yet? Is it really that difficult to tell her how you truly feel? She can't be that difficult, and I know she doesn't have that kind of control over you. So why? The only thing I can think of is that you must not mean the things you say. If you do, then why is she still between us? Only reason I have, is that you really don't want to be with me. If I'm wrong, wouldn't we be together by now? I don't know, it's hard to read you. It's hard to tell what you want now, because she's still in the picture.
When you figure it out, let me know.
You want to be with me, this you've made clear. If you didn't our conversation wouldn't be so intimate. Baby isn't a name used for "just a friend". A kiss in certain places aren't meant for "just friends" to have. An 'I love you' isn't to be said the way it has been said to a "friend". The tension between us is impossible to be lust. Lust doesn't last very long. We've been at this for years now. So lust is out of the question. But it isn't love either. So what exactly is it then?
"More than friends, less than lovers."
That seems very true. There's something stopping us from being more than friends. Her. Why is she still on your arm? Why haven't you told her yet? It can't be because you love her, I find that impossible now. You haven't made it clear in any way that she is the one you love. So why? Why haven't you left her yet? Is it really that difficult to tell her how you truly feel? She can't be that difficult, and I know she doesn't have that kind of control over you. So why? The only thing I can think of is that you must not mean the things you say. If you do, then why is she still between us? Only reason I have, is that you really don't want to be with me. If I'm wrong, wouldn't we be together by now? I don't know, it's hard to read you. It's hard to tell what you want now, because she's still in the picture.
When you figure it out, let me know.
Thoughts
"I think could like you, I already do. Feelings can grow but they can go away too."
So the feelings are gone, or at least I want them to be. And it's no secret she feels the same way as well. Hoping that they go away, wishing they never came about in the first place.
"And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays."
I was warned, but blinded I was. My heart made the decision before my mind could register what was really happening. By then it was already too late, my heart jumped too fast. Straight into disaster.
"It was wrong to stay with you when we want such different things."
I should have known better. I don't know why I stood there, allowing all of this to happen. I'm sure around that time my mind was long gone, through with over thinking the situation.
"I've givin' so much in the past, for a love I never had. I'm through with it, through with it love...I'm finally giving it up."
She said it's possible to be sick of love because you feel like it's not working or not meant for you. That it's only a temporary feeling, and that it's only until I find someone deserving of me I'd really understand that before the love I had just wasn't the love for me, it was there just not compatible with my heart. It sounds about right, but I think it'll be easier to just give up all around.
"It's either laugh or cry, and I prefer to laugh."
The things you hesitate to tell me may hurt, but it hurts even more you holding it back from me. It's bad enough I can't I have you, it makes it worse that you can't talk to me either. You make me cry, but eventually I end up smiling. So don't worry about me, it only hurts even more that you worry so much. It may be hard to understand but you worrying so much and me still not being yours makes it hurt to wonder why you worry so much if I'm not yours.
.....just a thought.
So the feelings are gone, or at least I want them to be. And it's no secret she feels the same way as well. Hoping that they go away, wishing they never came about in the first place.
"And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays."
I was warned, but blinded I was. My heart made the decision before my mind could register what was really happening. By then it was already too late, my heart jumped too fast. Straight into disaster.
"It was wrong to stay with you when we want such different things."
I should have known better. I don't know why I stood there, allowing all of this to happen. I'm sure around that time my mind was long gone, through with over thinking the situation.
"I've givin' so much in the past, for a love I never had. I'm through with it, through with it love...I'm finally giving it up."
She said it's possible to be sick of love because you feel like it's not working or not meant for you. That it's only a temporary feeling, and that it's only until I find someone deserving of me I'd really understand that before the love I had just wasn't the love for me, it was there just not compatible with my heart. It sounds about right, but I think it'll be easier to just give up all around.
"It's either laugh or cry, and I prefer to laugh."
The things you hesitate to tell me may hurt, but it hurts even more you holding it back from me. It's bad enough I can't I have you, it makes it worse that you can't talk to me either. You make me cry, but eventually I end up smiling. So don't worry about me, it only hurts even more that you worry so much. It may be hard to understand but you worrying so much and me still not being yours makes it hurt to wonder why you worry so much if I'm not yours.
.....just a thought.
Monday
Fairytales & The Supernatural
Let me tell you a thing or two about fairytales and things of the supernatural. It's nice to have a vision, of being able to fall madly in love with someone regardless of how much the sea king may dismiss the idea of you ever going back to see this person EVER again. It can paint a fun picture knowing that there will ALWAYS be someone there to argue with you because of your differences, but eventually fall in love with them. It can make anyone feel special to have someone, that in their nature they are set out to hurt you. . .but they wont, because they love you. It can make life so much easier to have all of this. But the chances of that actually happening are slim to none. Because when you find your way back to reality, you'll see that the way movies and books tell the stories of love and happie ever afters are soo far from the way it really is. Finding that prince Eric makes the chances of winning the lottery 7 to 10. Actually meeting that angry yet gentle beast and having the chance to stay with him are impossible. The chances of catching the eye of that Edward Cullen and having him be yours forever, are a never. There is no such thing as a happie ever after. There never will be a wish upon a star that comes true. There are no happie endings in life's story, unless your life is clear fiction. There's never going to be an everlasting lovee. A fairytales main purpose is to make you believe that there is something far better than what your living now. To make you live in hope rather than misery. but for how long will you last in hope before it turns into misery?!
Dear Odalis
"I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating."
Yes I did not listen, but it's okay. I feel fine now, I think. I can't cry anymore, and I'm no longer bleeding. It hurts, yes; but it was something I had to do I guess. I don't listen because you're never right. You always tell me to leave, and when I do, I feel even more hurt than I would have been if I just stayed. I didn't want to do that this time. I saw something in her, and although it didn't last, at least I know I tried this time.
"The pain you suffer you have inflicted upon yourself."
Yeah that's true as well, but I'll be okay, with time it'll all just go away. I didn't have to go through any of this, but it would have happened eventually I'm sure. She warned me, along with everyone else. I can't blame anyone but myself, so I won't. I tried this new thing when I didn't give into peer pressure at the wrong time I guess. Love may not be meant for me, but at least I can say that I've tried, and I didn't give up. I didn't allow anyone to pull me away from her. I didn't let you overpower my way of feeling. Love is just love, nothing more nothing less? That's true, I can't make love mean anymore than it does. I can't change it anymore than it has been changed. More scars and bruises are left, but it's alright. Time heals all wounds, no matter how long it takes, I will be better. Don't hurt yourself anymore because of me, you made a promise you wouldn't. Stick to it, or then she'll really leave. And then I'd really be hurt.
Sunday
Dear Heart
Now what? You didn't want to listen to me. I told you to go, but you didn't listen. Now look at you. Crying. Bleeding uncontrollably. Hurt, again! Hard-headed, stupid, and foolish you are. Why didn't you listen? This all could have been avoided. You didn't have to go through this.
"The pain that you suffer you have inflicted upon yourself."
You should realize that. And you better not blame her for this either. She told you ahead of time not to do this. She didn't come right out and tell you. But she did send her subliminal messages. You ignored them. "I don't want your feelings to get any stronger for me." aka....don't let yourself continue what you're doing. aka....step the fuck back. aka....STOP NOW! But you didn't listen. Why didn't you listen? For once, can you just listen to what I tell you so I won't have to think of new ways to hurt myself to heal your pain? For once, can you just listen when I say 'this won't end up the way you think it will'? For once, just once; listen to me. If you listened I wouldn't be dxmn near killing myself now to end your pain. You're ridiculous. It's impossible for you to be happie with someone else. Get it through your chambers. . .you're not meant for love.
"The pain that you suffer you have inflicted upon yourself."
You should realize that. And you better not blame her for this either. She told you ahead of time not to do this. She didn't come right out and tell you. But she did send her subliminal messages. You ignored them. "I don't want your feelings to get any stronger for me." aka....don't let yourself continue what you're doing. aka....step the fuck back. aka....STOP NOW! But you didn't listen. Why didn't you listen? For once, can you just listen to what I tell you so I won't have to think of new ways to hurt myself to heal your pain? For once, can you just listen when I say 'this won't end up the way you think it will'? For once, just once; listen to me. If you listened I wouldn't be dxmn near killing myself now to end your pain. You're ridiculous. It's impossible for you to be happie with someone else. Get it through your chambers. . .you're not meant for love.
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