"I FIND PLEASURE IN SENSE. I felt so good on the way home because (i somehow accepted) i made sense of feeling like shit. Because i know show likes me, and she knows i like her and she says it's not enough."
-2 posts ago
it all makes sense somewhere there.
I accept that:
I desperately would say i'm in love with her
I give her my all, and I know my all is deserving for love - she speaks this truth herself.
And if, my all, my worth perfectly equating for an outcome of love is not met, than I will not spend my life awaiting.
I will not sing endlessly to the deaf who hold no worth for my song.
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