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it's strange to me
the way you work.
how the wheels turn in your head... it's foreign to me.
i'm actually quite sure i don't want to understand... though knowing you, something as beautiful as you, is a tempting feat...
i have this strange feeling that achieving such would be losing...
that it would give me this aching empty feeling in my gut... each time i hugged you, touched you.
but, good god, you are lovely.
the way you work.
how the wheels turn in your head... it's foreign to me.
i'm actually quite sure i don't want to understand... though knowing you, something as beautiful as you, is a tempting feat...
i have this strange feeling that achieving such would be losing...
that it would give me this aching empty feeling in my gut... each time i hugged you, touched you.
but, good god, you are lovely.