and yet,

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she plays games with my mind.

and yet, the only thoughts on my mind were her idiosyncrasies.

she never gives me a second thought.

and yet, i give her all of mine.

she always is one step ahead, one foot too far.

and yet, i continue running.

she gives me fake smiles.

and yet, i give her every last genuine one i can hold.

her river of love runs dry.

and yet, i continue to maintain a tumbling, cascading spring just for her.

she does not love me.

and yet, i love her.

-olive ☆〜(ゝ。∂)

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