You're screwing with my head. You drive me crazy. You're not supposed to care so much, that's just not how it works out. I can have an actual conversation with you. You make me think. You do things for me no one has ever done. You actually show interest in my existence. I can never stop thinking about you for more than an hour. It's mental, I'm mental. I'm so pathetic.
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