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January 30, 2014
You tell me every day, how passionate I am about the most simplest subjects, falling into an abyss of fascination and compassion.

You say how my eyes brighten up at the mention of something I am completely and utterly interested in, how I can rant all day about the same subject. How I can give a full literature analysis, tiring you as I do so; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way my lips move in emphasis.

Oh, how you know me.