Maybe this is the ultimate misery that any dreamer can be in.....but then how can I just be a half-lover to your abundance.....? For I shall be consumed by the overwhelming weight of guilt.
Alas, the lovesick ones: when the night falls, cruel and dark and the ticking of clock gets loud and clear. Life then gets lonely like the last leaf hanging in the autumn's end.
Now and then, poor heart trembles and goes frail, yearning for the warmth of words and closeness of souls.
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