A faintly meagering idea lacking enough conviction soon ought to disappear, along with my futile intention for not having any decisive effect!
The reasoned heart is the principal constituent behind our inclination!
With its influencing nature and directiveness, our intention caters to our longing by stirring our inherent cause for attaining it.

The distressing inner sphere involves the anguish of not achieving our desires and potentialities. It is a universal human experience that one can relate to.
But our saviour, the soul guardian, the keeper, the preserver, the determined paladin, the pure reason and tone- this is our intention.

Our intention remains intact. It wanders in us and stays behind every basis and ground in us. It firmly persists in our blazing conscience, consciousness, and subconsciousness, thus becoming a testament to our resilience and capacity for growth.
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I don't feel my reasons and excuses will ever end. After seeing you, I will always expect your gaze, and this persistence will add a new chapter to my book.

I don't feel that the waves in my book stop hitting rock bottom to see if you are looking at me, so my reasons and motivation persist; the book remains incomplete as the chapters never conclude.

This never-ending book reminds me of your particular gaze, which I yearn to feel in my heart. But my expectation that you should look at me wins, and so the book always remains incomplete with its futile persistence.
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If I have developed feelings for you, it's a good turn. At least it's better than constantly fighting with you.

But if it's about developing feelings, it's more than that because you're always more than just a mother.

Will my feelings lead me to a safe place?
A safe place for my conversations with you?

Won't it be more than feelings?
I wish it were more than feelings because you are always more than a mother.
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It hurts when you look at me, and I'm not there.

My entire being hurts, and there is something I can't digest when you don't look at me.

Today, it hurts even more because I am unable to meet your gaze.

I used to be angry and tell the illusion and delusion in me about me never missing your gaze and ascertaining without confusion about how it feels when you look at me, and I never miss it.

But today, a whole of me is very lonely.
And it hurts that I miss all your gazes, especially your special frowning capabilities.
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People hold their dearest treasures within themselves.
People cherish their closest friends and family.
And life goes on.
People experience joy and sorrow throughout life's ups and downs.

One thing is true for me: yours is a clear picture that I carry in my heart, and I am captivated by your look.

I carry your picture in my heart, and I can sense you are tired of me.
Despite all the madness in the world, I have this connection, even though I think you are tired of me.

Your gaze, which I feel is tired of me, has a special place in my heart.

I hope I cross the upper ladder to feel your sweet smile.
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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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