I could possibly love you. But I wouldn't know what to do with you, how to get you to be just you - you without the million of friends, issues, stories, parties - better, more severe, more entertaining, more than just me.
It is hard screaming through, the fat, the being malay, the alpha, the friends, issues, stories, parties - without losing some sweetness to get to you, on the other end of the line, at the end of your endless nights, with all you have vying for your attention is the cold of the night and the tired whispers of my inaction.
And still, would you hear me?
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