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  You know how sometimes we fake being sick to a point it starts to actually hurt physically? How we pretend to a point even we forget if it’s real or not? I think that’s what we do with love sometimes. With the people around us, who are good for us to love but whom we never do love as they – and everyone else – expect us to. Maybe in order to fool ourselves into oblivion, we start thinking it’s going to happen, that we’ll end up falling.   However, I don’t think that’s the case. I don’t think

About Delays in Life
The Passion of People
An open love letter,
An open letter to whoever,
Close your eyes
The Calm of Sunsets
Airplane Thoughts
To Everyone I Met At Summer School
Love Me Some London
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