crowding around, so close, so close, but not to me... why do I fool myself with ideas and dreams that never seem to do more than follow me around, for days to months, then slip away and die, sometimes buried, more often forgotten?
Reason for writing:
I wrote it because of, quite basically, unrequited love.
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