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Sep 2020
Unrequited.
Do you know what that word means?
I bet you do.
You’re smart like that.
It’s unrequited.
I just know it.
I can never tell you what I feel.
I’m afraid of what’ll happen.
Unrequited love.
Such a silly thing, really.
To fall in love.
Being loved.
I want to love you.
But I’m afraid to get too close.
You’ll see my flaws, imperfections.
You’ll see what I see.
So I’ll watch from afar.
For both our sakes.
I’ll keep it to myself.
For you.

I’ll stay unrequited.
dead 80s arcade
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dead 80s arcade  the arcade in town
(the arcade in town)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Nedie
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