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I’m beginning to lose faith or almost left with none as far as our fate is
concerned. My mind is boggled up between so many possibilities. A temporary,
however prolonged phase of despair? Could my pathological delusions be acting up
again with a fresh new target toy? This is what I find when looking within. But
if I were to point fingers at you, I would say; you’re not into me? Obsessed
with your work?
Here or there, Darling, I don’t see the reason
why we should be together. In a pragmatic age that we live in, sentiments
without reason carry no weight. Why am I then still here? Is it you, our
relationship and my psychic belief in it or simply because I want the security
of a man?
Phone rings.
“Hello”! “Hey, you at home?”
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