He was preying my eyes, trying to seek any leak of possibilities of emotion: To prove that this is mutual. I shy away, cause I don’t want him to know that there’s nothing inside. I am a hollowed tree; tired and paranoid of my failure in love.
Romance is like dessert,
Addictive, sweet, and obese.
It is selfishnesses dressed in the name of devotion.
When you're on a diet, it is crucial for you to adopt new hobbies of food.
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