How hard this is to me.
How hurt to have you around.
How sad to see your perfect relationship.
How difficult for me not to say "are you okay?"
or when I know you're not in good condition, I really wish I could put a comment on your status.
But I can't.
and this feeling is killing.
like my gastric acid to the heart.
like the cat to the butterfly.
like the duke to the athena.
and I hate you to make me this way.
no cheers this time,
-lune-
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