THE NARCISSIST [SOON]

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g l i m p s e

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c o u l d...

run around inside your head and hold your thoughts in the palm of my hand.

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"Love is a ploy," she uttered like what she was saying is something factual, proven, and the truth.

I wasn't able to refute that and I don't think I will ever have the chance to prove that it's not. After all, we're talking about love— an emotion, a feeling, a word, but also a ruse for some people like... h e r.

"And yet loving you..." I looked at her with so much hope that maybe she'll see that love is the opposite of what she's thinking. "Is like unloving death... because for so many years that the will to live disappeared in me, you entered that room and showed me that once again, maybe life's worth living."