I was wondering.
About you, yes, like usual. Wondering about you takes my time, my
energy, and my ability to wondering about the more necessary things.
I don't and I'll never understand why the hell I always wondering
about you; The (almost) Unexisted Person.
For that matter I'd never ask before, all the feels accumulated
becoming a scar, a deep one.
I am numb.
I was wondering. Why am I feel numb?
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