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Idont know if she will ever understand the velocity of my thoughts and the way they penetrate confusion with assumption. Ideas and assumptions can be like hair follicles tickling the skin of the secret, the sensation will release the secret, and then I will not be bound by this insecurity. My eyes glare with distrust from around the corner, I am in 3rd person, my perceptions are an axe waiting to strike clarity at any moment. Frivolous biddings are my fingertips. Ugh. Typing is gay.

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I miss her. I love her..........