There are times when I'd hope for us and there are times when I'd not. There are times when I daydream of our future and there are times when I'd pop that bubble like I'm about to kill someone. There are times when I would be so happy just thinking of you and there are times when the word 'sad' would be an understatement. I don't know. Maybe it's because I am so sure of you and you are not or perhaps I am not even an option to you. You are both my utopia and dystopia, and worse, the former is not even real in the first place. You are just a destruction but here I am still calling it falling in love when the truth is, I am only falling apart.
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