Of Federer, Suns and the Endocrine Gland

God, this is not funny anymore. Are you trying to teach me a lesson here?
Of thinking twice before simply saying things.
Of using a heavier connotation to oversimplify a superficial feeling.
Of having lies to cover up a secret.

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I sometimes wonder, if it’s so right, then why do I try so hard from ever letting anyone knows about it?

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After much consideration, I realize that my goal-driven self works better as a pituitary gland in a relationship.
One where I act as the hypothalamus usually faltered and crumbled.

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There’s just something in it – in wanting the unattainable.

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