And I don't mind if right now I'm just looking for you and you don't give a damn . I was born to find my soul mate, and maybe yes, I would also have found it, only this soul is so busy doing other things that it doesn't notice the good I want it to be. How many times I have also been able to cry, perhaps even for bullshit, perhaps only for a word misunderstood. But you see, love is like this: It hurts you but you keep wanting it. Like a cigarette. You start by saying that you will stop, sooner or later, but it is always more then than before.And you feel empty, or just full, yes, with anger. Because that soul you so desire never smiles at you, and hasn't hugged you for a while. Love is a devil, I guess. Love is synonymous with your name, so you are a devil, boy. Sorry if at this feeling I see your eyes, your mouth, your face, your loving stupidity. You could never understand me, simply because you don't feel what it feels like to see you.
I feel lost, also because you run and I, in this your way, I can never reach you.
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