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[ paradox ]

class is such a bore and i'm surrounded by smart idiots. that was quite a paradox! nothing is quite as beautiful as a paradox :

beautiful yet ugly people,
morbid humour,
white light on his dark face,
his wide, bright eyes half closed.

i wonder why my thoughts, they always find a way towards him they squirm and twist and squeeze their way submitting themselves to their god, the prince ruling my heart, Victor Meyer. i love his name and how it rolls off my tongue. it's quite a paradox to my name and maybe that's one of the principal reasons i like it. my name Clement means mild, soft while his Victor means conqueror, subduer. it makes me shiver when i speak out his name out loud and then it makes me laugh at our juxtaposition.will we ever meet at a common point?



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