It takes two to tango, they said.
It will fall if one of its wings wounded, they said.
Its just a fling, they said.
Its just physical, they said.
It will easy to end, they said.
Its never be real, they said.
Its just an ilusion.
Its not that deep.
Its not even real.
Its not us.
They said.
But they said, well, its what they said. Not ours.
Then why it feels like this?
Ask them. Can they answer?
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