I once wrote... "Resistance has never been a part of my feelings about travelling, until I was doomed big time by my ill fate."
And now I write... "I once again have to surrender to my ill fate of infatuating contradictions."
I will look at you and you will not see me...
I will cry inside and you will not hear me...
I am yours and you are always hers...
You are my dream and my curse...
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