Siphoning Love with Reality.
I am defiant of its implications and haven’t quite met the terms with which people so vividly associate it to. My comprehension of it is as dull as it can be even though the past claims differently. I believe that age has finally dawned clairvoyance on me although with hints of aberrant disposition. I seek no pleasure by holding tyrannical feelings that are merely founded on assumptions and ill-guides of biased desires. I may go to lengths by proclaiming I feel nothing but it will not stand true, for I do. I just cannot contain it in words. It is not me anymore.
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