Less, courageless, hopeless..

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     As well as I did not sleep the night to see you, I did not sleep the day too thinking about what happened.

I realized that since the first day,

you knew that I discovered your visits and I realized also that your smile was a thank for me for letting you take my dear flowers.

But the truth was that I am the one who was supposed to thank you, for taking my roses, for appearing in my castle and for being the first and only light in my darkness.

But,

"You know that I can not show you me, give you me.  I can not show you run-down part of myself”

for you, the ideal lady.

Before I realized, it was night again and I was more stressed than before because of your awareness of my existence.

I wear a mask again and go to see you.”

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