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I lay in bed listening to music, thinking of what to write, and thinking of ways to frame my love in words. “Are we better off thinking that in this dance the romance is a secrete?” If I could only explain to him my writing in truth. That it isn’t about some person who doesn’t even exist, but about him. Then I could know the truth. If he feels the same, but if only I could take the chance. I guess I will never know…
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The quote is from the lyrics of the song Churches and Serial Killers by the band Emery.
