You know how things change?
Putting a name to something, or knowing a story changes everything.
I wish you knew how I felt.
I wish you knew how I yearn for your attention.
If I was just someone else, with the same story, the same talents, but not the same name;
You would love me. You would not look at me the way you do now.
You would perhaps yearn for my attention, too.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC
You know how things change?
Putting a name to something, or knowing a story changes everything.
I wish you knew how I felt.
I wish you knew how I yearn for your attention.
If I was just someone else, with the same story, the same talents, but not the same name;
You would love me. You would not look at me the way you do now.
You would perhaps yearn for my attention, too.
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