The Line

Our mutual relationship is strange. But we know we’ve tied to each
other. You’re the secret garden and I’m the miserable. And then I won
a non existed competition and things has fall apart, yet, into the
right place. You’re the love, I’m the reality. You’re the heart and
I’m the logic. Years of self denial and still I can’t forget you. You
don’t deserve this but still, I came to find you. With all of these
uncertainty, you read me. And then you’re gone, like the way you used
to be.
 
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