Did you think I stopped searching? If only you opened one of your doors...
If only you came and we could talk, my beloved Karenina...
Did you think I would not get the reference?
Do you fear competing with your image? Come, find out.
I'm sick of the image. I hurt for the you that you bring.
For you, and just you I pine.
The you I always wanted. The child in the woman I met.
Stop being a prisoner of those fears already.
Please, everything but that.
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