I had dinner with her.
The pain resumes in my chest yet again. I should never have even suggested a meal; to think I could deal with my malformed emotions is but a fevered madman's dream.
And I would die inside if I were to lose her friendship. But, to me, how could she ever remain a friend?
The pain resumes in my chest yet again. I should never have even suggested a meal; to think I could deal with my malformed emotions is but a fevered madman's dream.
And I would die inside if I were to lose her friendship. But, to me, how could she ever remain a friend?
I wish we had never met. Would she agree?
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