Doing what you like is freedom. Liking what you do is happiness.
I wish I could read your mind to know what you really think of me.
It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. I shouldn’t care about it, but I do. I should hate you, but I don’t.
All you are giving me is fiction.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
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