this night you came to my house just as you did so many times before that it became “you again” instead of “such a surprising you”
seems like my brain is not going to accept this large white dense white large empty spot on the place where you should be and every stupid night it asks if i like this one? that one? perhaps the new one? (surely i like all of them!!!) so, you came. mom, who had accidentally read all our chatting starts to troll you, thinking of something wrong that will never happen alluding to phrases that were written just to be written joking on you with passion and causticity and having no idea that it is nothing more than fr at least, from her sight.
night ends i wake up think “you again” and do not know whether i should be happy it wasn’t true.
I really like it! Thank you. Philosophy... It is hard to write in English. But you do it perfectly. "so, you came. mom, who had accidentally read all our chatting starts to troll you, thinking of something wrong that will never happen" - this phrase is
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