I hate this.
A woman holding my heart hostage. You've got me going crazy over you. Head over heels. My heart goes into convulsions just thinking of you. And there your are, with nary a care in the world. You just walk into the room and all my defenses fall.
I lose sleep over you. I am reduced to an imbecile thinking of you.
And this isn't funny. I don't like it. I'm helpless. I want you. But you probably don't feel the same way.
I hate this.
SHET INOM LANG YAN...
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