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I look at you and I tell myself, "Here we go again."
*long exasperated sigh*
I must have a convoluted subconscious. I look at you. You are properly labeled, you come with disclaimers and warnings like those pamphlets inside boxes of cough syrups. You were so much like them but the shallow part of myself didn't mind at all. She screamed with excitement when you knew a line from my favorite song and when you quoted my favorite movie. Like I said, shallow.
I look at you and I could just imagine my mother shaking her head with disapproval. I look at you and laugh at myself because, clearly, my imagination has already reached another dimension and you don't have any idea. You don't have a clue and here I am, overthinking and daydreaming about e v e r y t h i n g. I can't help it.
You know what Albert Einstein said about insanity? It's doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I've been insane with the last two and I do not intend to do it again. But then, again, that's coming from someone who's both shallow and sort of delusional.
You are, in so many levels, damaged goods. And I don't know why I still see the beauty in you. Well, I would like to believe there's still beauty left in all your intricacies and inconsistencies. I honestly think that's one of the few things I'm actually good at, and I don't know if I should even be proud of that fact.
"But you, you're not allowed. You're uninvited. An unfortunate slight," that's how the song goes and that's what I constantly tell myself but when I look at you, my God, you are so damn tempting.
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