Sometime we are simply bonded by what we commonly love.
Instinct can haunt you in the most random way,
Yesterday, I thought of you only to hear about you today...
... I am annoyed at your secrecy
I don't understand your reasons
I prefer not to hear your excuses
I stand loyal in memory for the ones I've loved and lost.
~fida.i~
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