I want to hurt you, but I don't want you tu hurt. I want to tell you how I feel but I don't want to talk, I kinda don't even want you to know. I want to be here always for you... and for me too. Yet i want to start the never-ending ending, the forever never, the death. I want to confront you, want to have some time to talk, want some and none privacy, some and none transparecy, some and none publicity.
Is everything okay? No, no. Can I tell you that you already know even if you don't? And just the same I cannot say that it never is. Once it were, but now I've been abandoned for too long. No, everything's not okay, and it hasn't been for a while, and I wish there may come a time for me to say how.
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