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I like you, I'm drawn to you, I think about you more than I'm comfortable with, you make me happy but at the same time you give me this sadness, this beautiful beautiful sadness. I know liking you will lead to me inevitably getting hurt because I know you don't feel the same way, but that doesn't really matter. I would love it if you did, but I'm perfectly fine sitting here hurting, It's... kind of comforting. Talk about doomed.