it is getting quite old
and i am tired of it.
hah, although i cannot speak
about you and how you haunt me
because you are unaware
that you are even doing it.
whoops, i suppose it is all
in my head
my very own fantasy.
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
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