Amour Douloureux

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Now, ma raison d'être, I must warn you
before it is too late, because I have
already fallen victim to the words I
will speak next.

Please don't fall in love with me.

Don't fall in love with me, because we are
unfeasible, impossible. Falling in love with
me would be complicated, and would end
in pain.

With every warning I am writing down to
you, I am being a hypocrite to each and
every word.

Because as I feel your fingers lightly
turning my pages, your eyes,
tes beaux yeux, I find myself
falling farther and farther into you.

And yet, I know you will soon be
just as much a hypocrite as I, over
our time talking, because even the
brightest brains have their flaws.

That was always your issue, you know.

Chasing the unknown.

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