A Cliche

Looks like nothing will be ever more surreal than falling in love with the pages of the book I’m currently sulking myself into to forget about you. ‘Cause, when I said “I love you”. I mean it. I just don’t say it out because I am lonely but because I mean it. But, all the unquantifiable things invested made this entity believed that all the strange emotions you are drawing out of my being isn’t real. The butterflies in my stomach, the melodies inside my head, the unsynchronized beating of my heart. ‘Twas all but a lie. A cliche, yeah! That is it, a cliche. 

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