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I am not Adit anymore





Dear you, 

the time I spent trying to write this out is way much more than the time I got to saw you. I am fully aware of your existence which technically has not cross my path, yet the thought of you last longer in my mind. I am questioning every living cells in my body why the fuck is this happening. 



How can someone feel this kind of thing, this flicker or fire, for a stranger? Does it only take one moment? 

Maybe it’s the way your figure radiating familiarity. Or maybe I’ve reached the highest level of being pathetic. 

To write this kind of crap is one of my thing. But how can it be this hard when it comes to you. 

Who are you anyway. 

Is it just my insanity or do I really not care that I write this and having the intention to post this crap in a complete grammatical error which contains bad choice of words because I’m too stunted to use the thesaurus while I keep staring at the empty tables thinking what the fuck is wrong with my brain and my heart. 

Am I really losing my mind over you, in the middle of my sprache problem, only because YOU CREPT INTO MY DREAM LAST WEDNESDAY AND THE DAY AFTER AND ONE MORE DAY AFTER. 

What the hell are you doing? 

What the hell am I doing? 

I am probably THIS pathetic and I hate myself for it. I only know you as shallow as your name, your smile, and the fact that you look good in pink. But apparently it seems like not less enough to make your shadow gone. 

Well at least tonight they put an S while writing my name on my cup of hot chocolate.
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