Deceit
I care for an idea. Of who I think you are. But I know that you are not that. It is an image of you that I have built in my head. I like talking to that image. That is the image I care for, not you. That I am decieving myself, perhaps because I have nothing to do. Deep down I know it is an escape.
In another week, I will be hard at work. I will have no time for you. Because, I don't get attached.
In another week, I will be hard at work. I will have no time for you. Because, I don't get attached.
posted by J at 9:43 AM
6 Comments:
Sigh, so who is this is in aid of?
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=), Wouldn't we all like to know?
Besides, THAT would be telling, :P
PS : You should ask sources!!
What sources are we talking about here?
And I get told everything.
Finally, I assume you, at least, know.
Yeah, I do. Ask the mater. hehe
I will. When I meet'er
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