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when I like someone; I begin to wonder which one do I like more him, or the idea of him?
the idea of him is filled with things I want to see; while really, he's just him with all of his nescience about my feelings all of his grim realities which I seemed to ignore I'm lulled in my own fantasy; lost in my own lust; in my own idea of him.
