I know everyone's I know (including my friends, my co-workers, a select few...) are reading this... But I have to get this out of my mind somehow...
Here goes...
When I'm with you... Everything I feel, they're so real.
Vivid.
Yeap, that's the word.
When we're happy, I'm so happy. When we're not, I'm not happy.
It's always about you.
Just you.
Then what about me?
I am not happy now. Does that mean anything to you?
I am a man who seeks structure in my live. Failing to find it, should I fall apart?
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