Feelings don't apply, They are unrequested, Like love that's, unrequieted. Lack of such may benefit the consumer, yet it may, damage the vendor. There is no order to feeling, each is as prominent as the other, all play a part; In a game where, losing, for some is frequent. A game lost by the same people too many times and experience not known by enough. Not understood. I feel my emotion as my emotions feel others. Life is as mysterious, as an open book; with many lines.
Reason for writing:
Not being able to tell someone how i feel.
Birth sign: Not entered
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