If I look at my right,
I know I'm going to miss you looking at me.
I will surely miss you when you look at me in my old place.
Because the heart always goes back to an old place.

Will you leave me alone there?

If I look at my right, I know I will have to tell myself to ignore that you are ignoring me, and despite you ignoring me, I will have to keep up my feelings for you.

Why.

The reason is intact with me.
Does a selfish heart have a reason?
The reason that you always see me?

A selfish heart will no longer be a selfish heart then.
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I don't want to be this close to you
That you keep ignoring me.

Something is not digesting that is
when you don't look at me.

Why is your look so important to me?
Just a simple look?
A small wish?
Is it so hard to fulfill?

Or to know that when I feel Nothing for you, a simple look also doesn't mean anything.

So I was close to you to feel what?
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Is it possible for anything to grow solely based on wanting your gaze?
Will the weak rooting inside grow with the filamentary feelings of wanting your gaze?

If it can, let me know about my intention,
then there is a chance I can plunge into to be closer to you.

With what light shall I carry this dive?
With what hope?
I feel the intentions are aware of not receiving your gaze, which is my base and rooting.
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There is no attachment.
There is no affection.

But there is enough pain.

If you don't look at me, Know one thing for sure.
You would not get me at my last place.
Because I feel the efforts in the last place are devoid of your touch!

There is enough pain.
And I don't wish to fall into any trap of your excuses.

Because for me, I have to deal with my chronicles of pain.
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The "No feelings" can't state there is no love!
The "no feelings" and the emphasis on the intention of fighting do not mean there is no love.
And the intention to fight is like wanting to fight, so it can state there is a fight.
So, for that reason, yes, there is a fight.

But as you tend to ignore me, and for my sake,
Can I say there is no love even when we agree that there may still be love present despite fighting?

I wish I were with you at your side of the sea.
I wish I were ever with you despite you ignoring me.
Know that there is a fight while facing that supporting emotion for you, as you tend to ignore me!
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I wonder if this desire and the bond that I feel in my heart—a bond that feels like a bond of mother and child—will ever be fulfilled. But you are always more than a mother, aren't you?

Mothers are even termed superior to any gods.

Then, if you are more than a mother, what should it be in my heart?

Let it be goodness, as it is the only thing that saves us from trouble!

But this bond is empty, I feel.

What bond is that? Where there is no attachment or feelings?

What keeps you moving on? It is painful when you choose not to look at me even though you can. It is always this madness, and I refer to it as pain!

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It feels like magic when a piece of you sings a music genre that is named love.
It feels like a special musical genre with a familiar beat that greets and follows my heart.
It holds the capacity to rewind the memories of love.
And when that happens, I listen to you daily, my playlist!
An unlocked melody that was so strange once now becomes every song in my entire playlist.
So, I hear you daily in all the songs.
Those song- genres are luckily named love.
And I figured it out as your melodies in my playlist!
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