The love I feel is strong. But to you, nothing more than a crush. Why must I be treated like a child, an infant. The wind carries my feels with a strong, dark aura. When I'm with you, the feelings arise into a new being, a pure being. But when its like this, I feel broken. Merely an object, I am to love. While love is the god of this world, we are nothing more than princes and princesses. We play not even a pawn in this game, nor a part in this play. We are just the support beams in a house. To love, we are nothing. To hate, we are everything.
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