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Love.

I hope this echoes to you... somehow.

As for me... I'm trying not to wait any longer.
Because if you had wanted to, you'd have done it yourself, maybe even long ago.

I'm trying to enforce that on my mind. My heart.

You'd have done it long ago.

And you haven't.

That should be the endpoint. You haven't.

I want to scream or go raging about or something. I don't know what I want. I don't know why I'm so invisible. Feel so invisible. Or maybe I'm not, but I just don't fit with anyone. I don't know. I'm probably just boring. Most likely. I'm an outcast.