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I wish you didn’t make me think about you. 

(As you know)

I am a deep thinker…

ah and so, love will always be torture.

 

surprise/

a human who doesn’t like me

 

conceited.

 

why though

 

is that a desperate ponder?

 

Surely not. desperation is desolation, and I am wise. 

Anyways.

I accept you.

I say too much. I say too little. All I do is think. Do I say anything at all?

 the question that prevails;

 

Talking

Talk

Talk some more. 

 

But what do I say?