I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
i am just in the mood to post an excerpt from a poem by Pablo N. But then.. My head hurts, my stomach aches, i keep thinking, i am stressed. I am proud and sad at the same time, but really mostly proud. How can i not be? You're the next greatest thing since the invention of electricity for me.
-TEN ( X )
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