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Notes on Falling in Love For Those Who Haven't

If I loved him

He wouldn't.

If I didn't,

He would.

Yes of course;

Children this is truth.

It never works out.

Unless you have perfect timing.

Don't bet on disasters

And don't bet on yourself.

Because either the other person

Hates you because he loves you

or is totally indifferent to you.

You're either in love or numb to it

just getting your rocks off.

You just have to find the person

who can give you what you want.

Make sure they want to give it to you

Not just because you asked.

( Maybe he does

love my smile;

I love him like

I used to.

But this time it's fine. )


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