Days away from the anniversary of the beginning of a melancholic life, I need you now more than ever; straying away from that which is good for me, I am not satisfied. I am bored. I've already signed my letter of resignation to a life so banal. I have an aspiration, yet I shall not disclose that to you just quite yet.
Allow me to apologize for not having my arms ready for your arrival! Allow this bond of ours to mature in the depths of our hearts and souls and minds. My love, allow for us to be true to ourselves for once.
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