It is true that I am hopeless in Romanticism, in more ways than one.
My eyes never steady for THAT one.
Shifting left and right for all these years.
It's true, I never had loved someone at first sight.
And, as I become closer to others.
Their gears have already seen me as a different person, or they have found someone of interest.
But, now, my love still grows.
As time passes, my need to burst my love out also takes form.
I'm hoping for a girlfriend.
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