A filtered kind of love that almost but didn't. The hindered thought of being with is not being a blissful one but an opposite. You gave a selfish feud of a cliche of dramatic plots which canvased my very own hearts pain. Enough isn't enough but a pointless effort of a man's attempt. I felt truth to be a lie and the lie to be a truth. How vein it is to fabricate a persons heart to avoid a burden of self choice but leave it on another so they suffer instead. I almost felt an almost kind of love...
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