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Crooked love .

— What did you expect? 
— Treat you like a princess? 
— Well yes, kind of but. 
— Haha, did you forget? 
— You're on four wheels! 
— Dear, you are a crooked love. 
— Still waiting! 
 — Lol, I did really forget that! 
— Anyway, dreams are dreams- no? 
— Perhaps, who knows? 
— True love, I think it is only for normal people. 
— Hmm, I think you're right! 
— At trash with your love of seeing it.
 — Weak or strong it is your heart? 
— Really? 
— I must say I don't know!
 — That's to bad, you see. 
— I feel you're just playing a around... 
— Pain it has many forms. 
 — Stop chasing love! 
— Because in life there isn't such thing. 
— Boys like us are sweet like a pancakes! 
 — And still weak like a flower. 
— You may see it like a fairytale but it isn't like that! 
— Don't take this like a hit on you. 
— But, just stop dreaming little girl! 
— Feelings are the window that never will open for you. 

- A. A. Popovici,


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