The irony of actions destiny

You are a mystery waiting to be unraveled
but I prefer not to know. I prefer to see you
pretend to be someone that can be loved by
me and who knows? If you play that part long
enough you might believe that you are that
person, forget who you have become . . .

I can see through you.

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heterodynemind
Wow, just wow. Just give me a small piece of your mystery, and remember you can have no secrets before me.
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