...is be a part of you. You as in plural understanding. You as in a group of people with the same interrest. You means not you as in person. You. But thankfully someone ripped of my only chance and force me to step million steps away and never be found from the you I've been praising for.
Well, this morning-digitally, at least-I saw you and how I feel longing to be a part of you. And of course, once again, a mauvaise foi, someone ripped off that dream for me; an egosentric narcistic man, kept me from being a part of you.
Things I want, things I will never have. I guess I had to keep my baby big eye to its case for a while until I found another you.
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