I'll die happy now, very happy. (=

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I've come to realised that, no matter how hard I attempt to complicate things and how much I struggle to ease the tensions -- I can't seem to expunge you out from my life, my soul.

Yes, I've been trying all methods to transgress the reminisces, even to the extent of falling into utmost desperation. I've tried preaching to almost everyone that I've a particular interest in them and also, perhaps, I've already forgotten the kosher meaning of condescension.

Every affair of yours imprints a concrete impact within me. Still, I'm trying. I'll eventually transcend this uphill battle. But, maybe not.