It feels as I lied to myself. All this time I've been knowing I was
that much in love. All this time I hid that to my consciousness. Now
what? Now it feels bad...
I feel bad... I feel sad... I feel as a fool... And tears, they try to
come out, but I don't want to let them come.
So what if tomorrow I wake up with all that forgotten? That is even
worse than wishful thinking.
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