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WHO WE BECOME
It's your reckless leisure I'm addicted to. Your smell, the essence that makes me reach out to you countless times, regardless of the pain you cause. You're my sun, and you support me like I am your moon, yet you do it with an axiomatic nature I cannot seem to understand. It's like we're a complicated series of almost interactions, you raise me up and I fall again for you, unwillingly succumbing to your every whim. But maybe one day you will be renewed in the spirit of your mind, and find that you were also made to taste my kiss. Maybe, one day, what I now dwell on, will be who we become.
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