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I am definitely in love with a stranger. He's physically there, yet, not. You see his face, but his eyes seem lost. You feel the connection, but it's always on loose ends. It's like a game of tug of war, Of contant pulling and tugging, but with no exact winner. And when someone does win, the other person falls. The other person always does.
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
That Stranger
I am definitely in love with a stranger. He's physically there, yet, not. You see his face, but his eyes seem lost. You feel the connection, but it's always on loose ends. It's like a game of tug of war, Of contant pulling and tugging, but with no exact winner. And when someone does win, the other person falls. The other person always does.
almazingg
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
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